"Bing" had once mentioned that a friend of hers would be visiting Nanling for a day, and she needed Shen Lang to ensure the friend's safety. Shen Lang had agreed at the time.
Since he had promised, Shen Lang couldn't go back on his word. His current task was to meet the friend first, find out who they were, what trouble they had gotten into, and then figure out how to keep them safe for the day.
With that thought, Shen Lang dialed the number "Bing" had given him.
Less than ten seconds after the call connected, an old man's voice came from the other end: "Shen Lang, hello."
"You knew I would call?"
Shen Lang was surprised that the other party knew his name and said with a hint of shock on his face.
"Of course—"
The old man on the other end chuckled. "This is my private number. No one knows it except 'Bing.' 'Bing' told me she gave my number to someone named Shen Lang, so when this number called, I knew it was you."
"Interesting..."
Hearing this, Shen Lang smiled. "Where are you? Let's meet. Don't worry, no matter what trouble you've stirred up, as long as you're in Nanling, I guarantee you won't be harmed for one day."
"Shen Lang, it seems you are as confident as 'Bing' said. I like your personality."
The old man on the phone chuckled. "I'm staying at the Emperor Hotel in Nanling. Just come find me."
"Emperor Hotel?"
Shen Lang was slightly surprised by the old man's words. He had caused a ruckus at the Emperor Hotel this morning; how had it reopened so quickly?
"What, does it sound familiar?"
Sensing the surprise in Shen Lang's tone, the old man said, "I saw your performance at the engagement ceremony at the hotel this morning. No wonder 'Bing' trusts you so much. You truly are very capable."
"Shen Lang, come over. Room 999, the Presidential Suite at the Emperor Hotel. I'll be waiting for you here."
After saying this, the old man hung up the phone.
Shen Lang put down his phone and drove to the Emperor Hotel in Nanling.
Half an hour later, Shen Lang parked his car in the parking lot outside the Emperor Hotel and strode in.
After a few hours, the Emperor Hotel had returned to normal. The decorations for the engagement ceremony had been removed. The Gu family and all the guests who had attended the engagement ceremony had left. Qi Tuojiang and Kong Wudao were nowhere to be seen. Even the injured and the deceased had been cleaned up thoroughly.
If Shen Lang hadn't been involved, he would have thought nothing had happened here today.
"Sir, good afternoon, welcome to the Nanling Emperor Hotel."
Shen Lang entered the hotel and walked directly to the front desk, intending to say he was looking for someone and ask for permission to go upstairs.
As soon as Shen Lang reached the front desk, a girl with a sweet appearance and a clear voice stood up, bowed respectfully to Shen Lang, and said.
Hearing this voice, Shen Lang jumped in shock reflexively. "Tang Wuzui, what are you doing here?"
Shen Lang was too familiar with this voice. Who else could it be but Tang Wuzui?
"Shen Lang, why is it you?"
Tang Wuzui looked up when he heard the voice. Seeing the person in front of him, he was equally shocked and exclaimed.
Amidst his shock, deep fear flashed in Tang Wuzui's eyes.
Ever since Tang Wuzui first met Shen Lang, he had noticed a pattern: whenever he saw Shen Lang, trouble followed.
Shen Lang, this guy, feared nothing and could stir up a bloody storm and utter chaos wherever he went.
The first time he went to the White Horse Club, he not only castrated the young master of the Kong family, Kong Zixiong, but also killed Liu Zhi, a trusted subordinate of Yang Ce.
As a result, Yang Ce not only did not pursue Shen Lang but also gave his new villa to Shen Lang.
The second time Shen Lang went to the White Horse Club, he directly took eighty percent of its shares, forcing the White Horse Club to tie itself to him.
The third time Shen Lang met Tang Wuzui was at the Heavenly Realm. That night, Shen Lang not only killed Yuan Bubai but also forced hundreds of influential people to transfer money to him. Tang Wuzui inquired and found that the total amount transferred reached hundreds of billions.
This guy was not one to stay put, which made Tang Wuzui's scalp tingle every time he saw Shen Lang.
"What do you mean, 'why is it me'? Can't I be here?"
Seeing Tang Wuzui's shocked expression, Shen Lang said, "Don't think of me as a jinx, okay? Although nothing good ever happens every time you see me, which of those incidents did I provoke?"
"What about you? Weren't you supposed to be a stock market operator? Why are you changing jobs everywhere? Aren't you working at the White Horse Club anymore?"
Shen Lang was not a person to stay put, and neither was Tang Wuzui.
Shen Lang had known this since their first meeting.
"You have the nerve to say that! I'm changing jobs frequently because of you!"
Tang Wuzui frowned, displeased. "Wherever I work, you come and kill people. And every time, it's me who lets you in, causing me to suffer along with you."
Speaking of this, Tang Wuzui looked at Shen Lang warily. "Tell me honestly, are you here to cause trouble again? Be honest, no lying."
Shen Lang was speechless. What did Tang Wuzui think of him? How could he be here to cause trouble? He had already caused a scene this morning.
"Alright, believe me, I'm not here to cause trouble."
Shen Lang looked at Tang Wuzui and said earnestly, "I'm here to find someone. He lives in the Presidential Suite, room 999. He asked me to come."
"Really?"
Tang Wuzui still didn't believe Shen Lang and looked skeptical.
"Every word I say is true. If you don't believe me, you can call him and ask if he asked me to come."
Hearing Shen Lang speak so convincingly, Tang Wuzui half-believed him. He picked up the hotel phone and dialed the room number.
Thirty seconds later, Tang Wuzui hung up the phone and said to Shen Lang, "The person is waiting for you in his room. You can go up."
"Okay—"
Shen Lang nodded and then entered the elevator, taking it to the ninth floor.
Upon reaching the ninth floor, Shen Lang quickly found the Presidential Suite, room 999. He knocked on the door, and it was soon opened from the inside.
However, to Shen Lang's surprise, the moment the door opened, a sniper rifle was pressed against his forehead.
The person holding the rifle was a woman in her mid-twenties, wearing black leather clothing and a ponytail.
"You're Shen Lang?"
The woman asked coldly.
"Is this how you welcome me?"
Shen Lang said with a smile, looking at the woman in black.
"Whoosh—"
As he finished speaking, Shen Lang moved quickly, grabbed the barrel of the gun, and squeezed hard. The barrel instantly deformed and twisted.
Seeing this, the woman in black's face changed drastically.
Was this guy even human?