Golden Age Hotel.
The strong scent of blood was constantly floating in the air.
In the hall, the men in black suits stood coldly.
Some people had blood stains on their clothes, some people had blood all over their faces, but when they stood, their faces were indifferent to the extreme, even if they were physically injured, they did not mean to waver or flinch.
On the other hand, outside the hotel, those black forces in Q City were obviously worse.
Everyone fell to the ground and wailed constantly.
"It hurts, it hurts!" Someone was holding his thigh, the muscles on his face were twisting, and he was yelling.
"Send Lao Tzu to the hospital now, bastard, these guys are all trained, they are all devils, the real devils!" Someone covered his drooping arms, his legs were kneeling on the ground, his eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth kept roaring.
"Call the police, call the fucking police, let the police kill them!" There were also people lying on the ground, looking extremely weak, but the voice in their mouths was quite loud and sounded crazed.
As for the manager of the Golden Age Hotel who called these guys for help a moment ago fell into the crowd at the moment, his face turned purple, his eyes revealed a scared expression, and his body was constantly shaking.
Wang An came out of the presidential suite and went straight to the hotel lobby, after seeing such a situation, his body which was originally full of sweat completely recovered at this moment.
The rickety body gradually straightened up.
When walking towards Cheng Shou, an extremely powerful aura was released from all over his body.
"Master, you're here! All the troubles outside have been solved, those guys are so weak that they didn't fight at all, only a few of our brothers were injured, those punks are really wasteful."
When Cheng Shou saw Wang An, he quickly lowered his head, his eyes were full of respect, but when he said this, he was a bit proud.
How many people did he bring?
Only less than fifty.
But outside, there were hundreds of people.
In less than half an hour, all the hundreds of people were overturned.
So this was indeed something to be proud of, he felt that Wang An would appreciate him.
However, after bending over and waiting for a long time, he did not see Wang An speak, so he gathered his courage and raised his head, but only to see Wang An's extremely cold eyes.
Cheng Shou only felt cold all over his body when he saw those eyes.
"Master, I…" The sound was a little hesitant.
"It's too noisy, from now on, everything will be isolated here. If anyone dares to disturb Master's rest, don't blame me for being impolite!" Wang An spoke.
"Yes, Master!" Cheng Shou's legs trembled and he instinctively agreed.
The turbulent waves in his heart were surging again.
It must be known that the previous Wang An definitely did not account for this kind of noise, although he was usually majestic, he seldom responded, but now, he was obviously angry.
It was because of the 'Master' that made him so angry.
"That Master, who is he? Why did Lord Wang call him Master? Why is… Lord Wang afraid of him?" Endless doubts gushed out of Cheng Shou's heart again, but when faced with Wang An's cold gaze, he did not dare to say anything more.
"Clean up here." Wang An continued.
After he said this, he did not intend to look at the horror outside at all, he directly returned to the direction of the presidential suite.
…
However, at the moment in Three-Legged Dragon Manor, it was another situation.
The sound of wailing was everywhere here, the sad breath continues to spread throughout the manor, almost everyone thought that Zhang Bingsheng was already dead.
The members of the Zhao Family had tears in the corners of each of their eyes as if they were incomparably sad.
However, in a room of the manor, Zhang Changcun did not have any grief on his face, and it was anger instead, "What? You said, those troublemakers, after occupying the entire hotel, crippled all of our people? Finally, they threw our people out of the hotel kilometers away, besides, all the surrounding passages are blocked at the same time, so no one or vehicle is allowed to approach?"
"Yes, Mr. Zhao, they are very strong, we simply can't beat them." On the phone, the voice was terrified.
"Do you know what day it is today?" Zhao Changcun's voice became colder and colder.
"I know, today is the day of the Zhao Family's funeral, the whole country knows it."
"Then, do you know what this means?" Zhao Changcun narrowed his eyes slightly, and those eyes were full of killing intent.
"Those people who are making trouble at our hotel make it clear that they don't give the Zhao Family face, they just want to make trouble, but Mr. Zhao, I have news, I don't know if I should say it." He hesitated a bit.
"Say!"
"Mr. Zhao, those people, it seems that they came down from the Kunlun Mountain with an old man, and now it's spreading everywhere that the Old Immortal of Kunlun Mountain had come down the mountain, do you think that old man in the Old Immortal?" On the other side of the phone, when the guy said this, there was obviously a little more fear in his voice.
There were so many rumors about the Old Immortal… half of it was false, however, the other half was absolutely something that people could not deny, the Old Immortal was very terrifying, his power was extremely powerful.
"What?"
In the Three-Legged Dragon Manor, Zhao Changcun, who was originally angry, suddenly stared when he heard this, his pupils shrank crazily.
The Old Immortal came down the mountain?
Why was this news coming out now?
If it was really the Old Immortal, then it was quite normal to make trouble at the Golden Age Hotel, but logically speaking, he should rush directly to the Zhao Family Manor, why did he do that instead?
In Zhao Changcun's mind, there were countless doubts in an instant, he could not figure what the hell actually happened even if he tried to break his brain.
"Mr. Zhao, I'm just guessing, but we have taken some pictures of the old man through the hotel's camera, I will send it to you now!"
"All right."
After Zhao Changcun finished speaking, he hung up directly.
This matter was too big, he must tell Zhao Bingsheng the news immediately.
The photos were soon sent to him.
Zhao Changcun took the photo and looked at it for a long time. The old man inside was very familiar, but his clothes and dressing were so ordinary, he did not have that ethereal temperament at all. It seemed to be completely different from when he saw that old man in the Kunlun Mountain before.
However, he did not know why, after staring at that photo for a few seconds, he felt his heart was beating violently.
A feeling of extreme anxiety spread throughout his body.
"No… I must report to the old man immediately!" He took a step forward, he was ready to enter the safe house again.
Ring! Ring!
However, at this moment, his mobile phone rang again.
After taking it out, he originally wanted to hang up, however, after seeing that it was Zhao Kun's attending doctor, he frowned and pressed the answer button.
"What's up?' The voice was cold and unceremonious.
"Mr. Zhao, good news, there is good news to tell you, Young Master Zhao is fine, after our treatment, Young Master Zhao recovered all his mental state just now, he said that he was sentimental and must tell you in person!"
Whoosh!
Before the attending doctor could finish speaking, there was a crash on the phone.
"Dad, there is a young man…" Zhao Kun's voice trembled and roar, he was filled with fear.