Ling Feng, who came to Kyoto again, looked at the familiar scene in front of him, and suddenly felt a little trance.

But soon he came to his senses, because in front of him, there was a huge sign with his name written on it.

Underneath the sign, there stood a man in a black suit and black sunglasses, looking straight and straight.

But the moment he saw Ling Feng, that person directly threw down the cardboard in his hand and ran towards Ling Feng.

"Oh, big brother, you're here! You don't even know how long I've been waiting for you, why are you so late? Did you encounter any problems on the way? Or did something happen to you? ”

A long list of words, from this tough-guy-looking, faceless man, finally spat out like a machine gun.

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "I didn't encounter anything on the road, I just delayed a little when I got off the plane, by the way, when did you come?" ”

"I'm here at half past two. It's close to three o'clock. The man scratched his head and said, not knowing why Ling Feng asked about this.

Ling Feng handed the box in his hand to the man, "Then you came really early, it was only three o'clock when I got on the plane." ”

The man smiled awkwardly, but did not reply. With Ling Feng, he went to the car that had been prepared outside the airport.

Ling Feng didn't care, followed and got into the car, and the group went to the hotel that had already been booked.

The car drove very fast, and the road was not very congested, but in about ten minutes, Ling Feng was pulled to the door of the hotel.

"Look, this is the hotel you're staying at this time, and if there's no problem, we'll stop here." The man in the suit pulled Ling Feng's suitcase and said to Ling Feng.

"I don't have any opinions, you can arrange it, as long as you can live." Ling Feng looked at the familiar hotel name on it and smiled.

On the plaque directly above the forehead, four big characters are written, Peace Hotel.

An inexplicable glint flashed in Ling Feng's eyes, and he raised his feet and walked in.

The hotel is a good hotel, but it is difficult to say if there is any other thought. After all, in the Peace Hotel, it still belongs to Ling Feng's name.

However, Ling Feng didn't say anything about it, and remained silent from beginning to end until the man in the suit left.

Watching the two black cars on the side of the road outside slowly leave, Ling Feng closed the curtains and sat back on the chair, closing his eyes and recuperating.

In the office that day, the invitation letter on Ling Feng's desk was quietly contained in his suitcase. He wasn't in a hurry to take out that thing, but was thinking about everything that had gotten off the airport from him today.

The man in the suit came very early, and before he got on the plane, he was already at the airport. And around him, there are people who are always focused on themselves.

And the same car that pops out of the rearview mirror from time to time, all of which are a sign of a problem.

That is, as early as I don't know when, An Lingshan has sent many people around him, and its purpose is either to monitor or protect.

Lei Feng was a little smaller, and thought of various reasons, but he didn't finally decide, that person, sending so many people, looking at what he was for.

In the villa.

"Someone has already picked it up? Did he say anything? ”

The man asked as he turned the cup on the table, and several men in black stood in front of him.

"Yes, I have already received Mr. Ling. He didn't say anything, but he seemed to have spotted us. One of the men in a suit said dryly.

An Lingshan looked at the liquid in the cup, laughed inexplicably, and didn't ask again.

After a few minutes, he waved his hand and told the people to go out.

He was the only one left in the room now.

She was the only one sitting in the empty hall, looking extremely lonely and indifferent.

It took a long time for a low laugh to be remembered in the hall.

"Looks like I'm still a little bit brainy. Scold! Interesting. ”

After these words, the entire hall resounded with a few footsteps, and then calm returned.

This time, Ling Feng didn't bring anyone else, only he came.

Originally, Zhang Xiaoquan was also going to follow.

But just the day before he came, there was a problem with one of the subsidiaries below, and Ling Feng arranged for him to deal with it.

The last person to come to Kyoto is now only Ling Feng alone.

In fact, the moment he saw so many people, Ling Feng had a moment to speculate that something was wrong with the subsidiary under him, and it was An Lingshan's ghost.

But he just thought about it for a while, and didn't really press this matter directly on An Ling Mountain.

… …

The appointed meeting time was soon there.

Ling Feng looked at the manor-like villa in front of him, his expression was calm, and he didn't show any expression or eyes other than indifference.

And the housekeeper who received Ling Feng, after seeing this scene, his eyes deepened for a moment, and he respectfully greeted Ling Feng and walked into the villa.

Looking at the vast manor from the outside, the moment he walked into the villa, Ling Feng felt a huge difference.

Outside, there are luxurious manor-like buildings, each of which reflects the sophistication and splendor of the house.

But the inside is completely different, the black and white decoration, a long rectangular table, and no decorations of other colors.

And the long table has only two seats.

When Ling Feng saw it, he found that there was still food on the table that was still steaming, and without thinking about it, he walked directly to the seat at the bottom of the long table and sat down.

Most of the dishes on the table in front of him are light, and there is no oil or water in them, but they can still be seen from the knife work and plating, and the high-end and delicate dishes of these dishes are high-end.

Ling Feng couldn't help but be a little speechless, this meal was estimated to cost a lot.

"Mr. Ling has come from afar, and today I can only prepare a light meal to entertain you, I hope you don't dislike it." A faint voice came from behind him.

Ling Feng looked sideways, and a tall and thin boy, with a pale face, slightly bruised lips, and unhappy steps, walked towards him.

"It's still bothered this time, so you bother to prepare so much." Ling Feng stood up and said to the man.

"Haha, Mr. Ling really had a different reaction, and he felt even more so when he saw it today." An Lingshan walked up to Ling Feng and stretched out his hand.

Ling Feng stretched out his hand and shook it, smiling, "I'm just an ordinary person, Mr. An is laughing at me, otherwise I wouldn't be so harassed all the time." ”

Ling Feng stabbed An Lingshan neither softly nor hard.

But the man was still smiling, and his eyes didn't even change.

"Look at what Mr. Ling said, with qualifications like yours, it is estimated that there will not be one in a few hundred years." An Lingshan said this as if sighing.

After that, without waiting for Ling Feng to speak, he walked to his seat and sat down.