Snapped!
The crisp sound made Wang An's wrist tremble slightly.
He probably already guessed what was going on... He took the initiative to hang up the phone and call Liu Zhiyun. However, before Wang An's first number began to be pressed, Ye Bei's voice came leisurely, "No need, both of them are together!"
Wang An paused for a while before putting away the phone and bent over respectfully, "Yes, sir!"
After a few seconds of silence, Wang An asked suspiciously, "Master, I didn't tell them the address just now, do I need to call one more time?"
"No need to!"
"Master, then..."
"It's late now, go and rest." Ye Bei said softly.
Wang An still had a lot to say.
However, after hearing Ye Bei's words, he immediately lowered his head and swallowed all the words back.
"Yes, master, this old slave will go to rest first! If the master has any instructions, you can call this old slave anytime!" Wang An bent over and retreated respectfully, but when he left the presidential suite, he didn't really go to rest but walked directly towards the lobby.
He always felt that the Zhao family would not give up.
Tonight, he was afraid that there were still some big problems.
In the presidential suite.
Ye Bei was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sky was completely dark. In front of the clean glass windows, he was printed with his own appearance. When the night came, only himself was left in all the scenery.
He turned around indifferently and walked towards the coffee table in the middle of the room.
He glanced at the soft sofa but chose to sit on the hard chair again.
On the coffee table, the two teacups just now had been cleaned by Wang An and placed again.
The elegant tea scent in the air dissipated completely.
Ye Bei wanted to make another pot of tea but found that there was only one person in the whole room so it was boring to drink tea. He stood up again, but at this moment the gaze in the corner of his eye inadvertently swept over the painting of horse hanging on the wall of the suite.
The paintings were black and white and were made with ink.
The horse had eight heads... some of them were tilting their heads up and neighing, while others have their eyes fixed and their hooves leaping. They were galloping above the beacon, their bodies were burly and handsome.
This painting, at first glance, could very bluff people.
But Ye Bei could tell at a glance that this was just a fake product that was copied by later generations.
The real horse drawing might have long since disappeared in history.
However, even so, an inexplicable thought still appeared in Ye Bei's mind.
That year, with strong winds and dust in the sky, Ye Bei traveled outside the Great Wall alone and came across a poor ethnic group outside the Great Wall.
Among them, one family was hospitable and invited Ye Bei to go in and tasted the best mare koumiss. (A/N: It's horse milk wine.)
That day...
A young man had a drink with Ye Bei.
The youth was slightly drunk and told his aspirations.
"One day, I want this world to tremble under my feet!"
"One day, I will become the king respected by a countless amount of people!"
"Even if it's a dust storm, it still has to succumb to my feet..."
His parents gently shook their heads, taking their son's words as 'drunk words'.
The young man wasn't really aware of it, his voice kept changing, and his face was red after drinking.
On the side, Ye Bei just smiled and said nothing.
The next day, the weather improved and the sandstorm dissipated. When Ye Bei left, the young man gave a horse to him so that Ye Bei could travel easier. In return, Ye Bei took out a brush and ink, he drew a portrait of the horse and gave it to the young man, there were four words left on the painting: A Generation of Proud Son of Heaven! Then he left.
Decades later, the young man grew up. He was heroic, swept countless territories, completely conquered the Great Wall, and became a famous man in history, holding supreme power.
His name was Borjigin Tiemuzhen.
The world called him: Genghis Khan!
Ye Bei watched quietly, the horse in the painting was just imitating his own painting.
Even the four words he originally bestowed Genghis Khan were borrowed by others and spread widely as the years passed.
"Even the 'A Generation of Proud Son of Heaven' cannot resist the long river of years." Ye Bei stood in front of the painting and watched for more than an hour before spitting out such a sentence gently from his mouth.
His eyes were indifferent but his voice was a little regretful.
Whish!
He turned around, with a random wave of his arm, a low whistle sounded in this room.
The fake horse drawing on the wall seemed to have been swallowed by a ball of flames, the decorative glass was intact, but all the paintings inside were turned into ashes, nothing was left.
Ye Bei returned to the bedroom.
But he didn't sleep, he walked to the bedroom window with his hand, opened the window, let the cold wind blow in, and his hair fluttered.
Whoosh!
Boom!
This night, it was destined to not be peaceful, as the night approached, outside the Golden Age Hotel, there were fierce noises from time to time.
At the same time, there would be some roars and screams.
However, these voices could no longer affect Ye Bei's mood.
He was detached, he did not care, he did not pay attention to it, he did not even look at it, he just let the time pass by itself.
...
The next day.
The rising sun rose from the east, dispelling the darkness, and the entire Q city was restored to light.
After a night of precipitation.
The snow on the roofs of those houses in Q City had quietly melted.
Sharp icicles hung on many buildings, exuding coldness.
The pedestrians passing by below didn't even notice that there was a sharp blade floating above their heads.
When the sun shone on Ye Bei's gown through the glass window, his body moved slightly and walked towards the hall outside the bedroom, his eyes faint, like an immortal.
He was walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the door of the presidential suite was pushed open again.
The person who came was Wang An.
Wang An bent over, his appearance was full of oldness... the corners of his eyes were still a little tired but those eyes were somewhat bloodshot.
Walking slowly behind Ye Bei, breaking the silence, he respectfully said, "Master, they are asking for trouble again at night! However, they have all been resolved. I have arranged many people to enter Q City to take control..."
"En." Ye Bei smelled a faint scent of blood from Wang An as he made a soft humble in his mouth.
"Master, look, today we are..." Wang An hesitated and continued.
"Are you injured?" Ye Bei interrupted.
"Small injuries, old slaves can recover within a few days of cultivation." Wang An's voice was hoarse.
"The Zhao Family?" Yei Bei's tone was still indifferent.
"Yes, master!" Wang An nodded, his bloodshot pupils revealed a terrible murderous intent at this moment.
To be honest, there were so many things that happened last night, Wang An didn't really expect about it.
Zhao Kun had woken up and recovered. He must have told Zhao Bingsheng what happened in the Longevity Temple.
Master came back, after learning the news, Zhao Bingsheng didn't come here to apologize. He even dared to send out waves of people to attack him at night, this was simply unforgivable.
If it wasn't because Ye Bei asked him to ���rest' last night, at that time, maybe Wang An would lead people to level down the entire Zhao Family.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Wang An still wanted to speak, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't know what to say.
The atmosphere was silent again.
Another half an hour.
"Go to Zhao's house!"
Ye Bei's voice suddenly sounded, and Wang An, who was standing behind, trembled fiercely, that rickety body gradually straightened.