After hanging up the phone, Lin Yan ate a few bites and left with Su Mojin.
For convenience, Lin Yan booked the entire hotel for over a hundred people, letting Ah Dong and the others stay there first.
The rest remained, and Ah Dong, Li Wei, and Yang Tianming followed Lin Yan to the place where they practiced driving.
Su Mojin could now handle the 250 sportbike, though getting on and off was a bit difficult.
Lin Yan planned to have Zhang Mingzhi and the others lower the seat height of the ZX25R when he got back, not too low, just enough to touch the ground with one foot.
For the next two days, Lin Yan continued to teach Su Mojin how to ride.
After several days of training from Lin Yan, Su Mojin was now absolutely capable of riding a 250. She could handle it with ease on the practice grounds; all she lacked was experience on the road, which she could only gain after getting her license back home.
On the third day at noon, Lin Yan checked out of the hotel. After informing Lina, he and Su Mojin headed to the Capital International Airport.
Ah Dong's group was too large to use the main entrance conveniently, and it could easily cause unnecessary trouble. After speaking with airport personnel, Ah Dong and his men boarded the plane through a back entrance.
Soon, three private jets embarked on their journey back home.
The trip was neither particularly long nor short. Before leaving, the two had tried all the specialty cuisines of Country A.
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"Young Master, we've received news from the airport in Country A that Lin Yan has boarded the plane."
Standing outside the hospital room door, a bodyguard reported.
In addition to those they had stationed at the Capital International Airport, they had bribed an insider at an airport in Country A to specifically monitor when Lin Yan boarded his flight.
Upon hearing that Lin Yan had boarded, Song Botao's spirits lifted, and his pupils contracted.
"How many people do they have!"
The bodyguard recalled carefully and replied.
"Around twenty-something people."
This was the information relayed by the other party, likely including Zhang Mingzhi and his team of technicians. Twenty people, that was quite a few.
Song Botao instinctively assumed Lin Yan had brought over twenty bodyguards on this trip.
"Quick, go prepare the manpower, I'm going personally!"
"But, Young Master, your health!"
Hearing his young master say he wanted to go personally, the bodyguard hesitated. Mr. Lin had specifically instructed them to keep an eye on the young master.
"Stop the nonsense and do as I say. Remember, you absolutely must not let my father know, or you know the consequences."
Song Botao struggled to sit up from the bed. He had finally found an opportunity for revenge. Lin Yan had broken his arm, and he intended to break Lin Yan's limbs!
Since the two families had already fallen out, Song Botao had nothing to fear.
The bodyguard dared not say more and immediately turned to prepare the manpower.
Inside the room, besides Song Botao and a few bodyguards, there was a disheveled woman kneeling on the floor.
Her eyes were vacant, her body bruised and battered, her face disfigured beyond recognition, appearing utterly terrifying.
This person was naturally the streamer Susu.
She had been tormented into a state of stupor. Initially, she had expected "Brother Tao" to be a middle-aged man with a bulging belly. Upon arriving and seeing Song Botao's appearance, she had actually felt a surge of pleasant surprise.
Despite his injured arm, Song Botao was still very handsome, a true heartthrob.
The genes of top chaebols were indeed excellent; everyone born from them was bound to be a handsome man.
Just as Susu thought she had struck gold, she discovered that Song Botao was nothing short of a devil. He first made her impersonate someone else to serve him, and then he proceeded to torture her into her current state.
For two days, she had endured inhuman suffering, unable to escape and forced to bear it silently.
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On the morning of the fourth day, Song Botao gathered over fifty men, bringing several skilled fighters with him.
This was the maximum manpower he could mobilize without his father's knowledge. Song Botao felt it was sufficient.
If Song Yi found out, he would absolutely not allow him to personally lead people to teach Lin Yan a lesson, so Song Botao hadn't mentioned anything about this to his father at all.
The fifty-odd men arrived at the airport where Lin Yan was scheduled to land, traveling in several black vans.
To facilitate Song Botao's movement, several bodyguards had specifically found a wheelchair for him.
Under the scorching sun, the fifty-plus men dispersed on both sides of the East City Airport entrance, steel pipes concealed within their sleeves.
The Song family originated from real estate, and most of their subordinates were former street thugs, all first-class fighters.
While these fifty men were not the elite of the Song family, they were by no means comparable to ordinary street thugs.
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At eleven o'clock in the morning, three private jets slowly descended onto the tarmac.
Lin Yan emerged from the cabin with Su Mojin.
Taking a breath of Chinese air, Vinarese let out a comfortable groan.
Lin Yan shot him a glare, then stepped down the mobile stairs.
Even though it wasn't a holiday, the airport was still bustling, filled with a throng of people.
Upon returning to her familiar city, Su Mojin's spirits lifted considerably. She held Lin Yan's hand and hopped along joyfully.
Being with Su Mojin, her youthful vitality also had a significant effect on Lin Yan.
By rights, at twenty-eight years old, Lin Yan shouldn't have been so mature.
Even Lin Yan himself wasn't sure. He was trying his best to change, but his personality continued to develop in a more mature and steady direction. Perhaps this was due to having died once before.
Exiting the arrival hall, Lin Yan wondered if that brat Song Botao would be waiting for him at the entrance.
Song Botao had been making moves these past few days, not only targeting Su Chen but also Su's parents.
Fortunately, thanks to the people Lin Yan had sent to protect them, no major incidents had occurred. However, the elders had been unable to go to work during this time, so they had to stay home tending to their flowers and pulling weeds.
For his own safety, Lin Yan had sent a message to his cheap father, asking him to send some people over.
After waiting in the arrival hall for fifteen minutes, Lin Yan estimated that the time was about right and then led his group out of the airport.
A total of over a hundred people, dressed in suits, emerged from the entrance. Lin Yan and Ah Dong walked at the front, while Li Wei and Yang Tianming, along with a few others, vigilantly surrounded Lin Yan and Su Mojin behind them.
"They're out, they're out!"
Seeing Lin Yan emerge, the lookout at the entrance waved to the ambushed men on both sides of the entrance and then quickly slipped out of the airport.
However, as he turned his head, he noticed a large number of figures behind Lin Yan.
"Holy crap!"
He muttered an expletive instinctively, his legs moving rapidly back and forth as he pushed through the dense crowd and slipped out of the airport.
"Young Master, retreat quickly, there are too many people on the other side."
As two bodyguards had just finished lowering the wheelchair, Song Botao hadn't even had time to react when he heard the lookout's words.