By the next day, Hou Feipeng had perfectly crafted Qian Hao's mask.
At seven-thirty in the evening, a private party was being held at the Chapultepec Private Castle Estate, just outside Mexico City!
The Chapultepec ancient castle estate, covering an area of 400,000 square meters, was Mexico's oldest castle. However, thirty years ago, it became a private castle, reportedly now belonging to Luo Yaolich.
The castle resembled a small hill, with only one path leading to it. It was surrounded by a moat twenty meters deep and thirty meters wide. From the bottom of the moat to the top of the city wall was sixty-five meters high. The slope from the bottom of the city wall to the moat was a smooth stone surface at a forty-eight-degree angle. The castle was renowned worldwide for its strategic and formidable nature.
Coupled with the private party being held tonight, the host, Luo Yaolich, the leader of the Luo Ya drug cartel, had naturally dispatched over a thousand fully armed guards to secure the castle inside and out.
It could be said that without an invitation, one couldn't even fly in like a mosquito.
Tonight, the ancient castle was brilliantly lit. Although the architectural style within was ancient, it was exceptionally well-preserved. The murals on the walls, which were highly characteristic of the local style, along with the exquisite decorations in the castle, gave it an air of grandeur and artistic ambiance. The entire castle exuded a magnificent and spectacular aura.
Hundreds of servants, dressed in uniform attire, were hosting a private party in a vast plaza within an inner courtyard of the castle. Those attending tonight were either local high-society elites or partners from all over the world; most had already arrived. This could also be understood as a thank-you party for a group.
The men and women attending were almost all in designer suits and evening gowns. People of all complexions were present, and even some American actresses and stunningly beautiful women, all dressed vibrantly, entered the party scene arm-in-arm with wealthy men, conversing with other celebrities.
For these individuals, besides flaunting their wealth, they also competed in showcasing their women, because in their social stratum, women were like clothing, easily replaceable at will.
The women also understood that if they could please these wealthy men tonight, they could enjoy a lifetime of inexhaustible wealth.
At this time, on a square tower and the drawbridge passage of the castle, various luxury cars and sports cars from around the world were passing through this drawbridge. As the guards at the main entrance checked their invitations, they would be allowed entry after confirmation.
And from two kilometers away from the castle, on the only road leading to Chapultepec Castle from Mexico City, Wan Yunting and Daniel were sitting in an ordinary car, holding their phones and asking Li Fei, "Houzi, where are you?"
"Boss Wan, he's about to pass your location. He's driving a red Ferrari sports car!"
At this moment, Hou Feipeng was in a car, driven by Daniel's men. They were following a red Ferrari sports car, which was Qian Hao taking his female companion to the private party.
"Okay."
Wan Yunting responded, while Daniel beside him asked with confusion, "Mr. Wan, what exactly are you going to do to that Qian Hao?"
Wan Yunting turned to him with a slight smile, "You'll know soon enough."
Soon, a Ferrari roared past. In the driver's seat sat the handsome Qian Hao, dressed in a red designer suit. He had an arrogant and haughty demeanor, wearing a branded watch worth tens of millions on his right wrist, along with expensive rings. He had a cigar in his mouth as he drove towards the castle.
In the passenger seat was a woman also wearing a red evening gown, her curvaceous figure accentuated to the fullest. She too wore expensive necklaces and rings, and held a diamond-encrusted clutch worth millions. In her hand, she held an exquisite invitation card, precisely for tonight's private party.
Qian Hao was proudly showing off to the woman, telling her he was taking her to meet some important figure tonight.
Suddenly, a car rushed over from his left, startling Qian Hao. He immediately spun the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes, bringing the sports car to a halt on the roadside. Enraged, he cursed, pushed open the car door, and rushed towards the car that had also stopped, shouting, "What the hell, how do you drive? Get the hell out here..."
Immediately, Wan Yunting pushed open his car door and got out alone, not letting Daniel exit. He walked towards Qian Hao, who was pointing and cursing furiously, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
"Damn it, are you Chinese?"
Seeing Wan Yunting's Asian features, Qian Hao switched to Chinese and asked.
"Yes."
Wan Yunting nodded and replied with a smile. Qian Hao's arrogance immediately subsided, but he still cursed, "Hey kid, weren't you paying attention just now? You almost hit me, you know."
"Yes, I did it on purpose!" Wan Yunting nodded and smiled.
"What?"
Qian Hao was stunned by his words.
Wan Yunting glanced around. Just then, Hou Feipeng and his men also arrived, parking their car behind Qian Hao's Ferrari. The surrounding area was clear of oncoming traffic. Wan Yunting then stepped forward, and before Qian Hao could react, he struck his neck with a swift chop, knocking him unconscious.
"Ah..."
The woman in the Ferrari screamed and got out of the car. At the same time, Hou Feipeng, along with Daniel's men, also exited their vehicles and subdued the woman. Wan Yunting quickly dragged Qian Hao into the van driven by Hou Feipeng's men, and also put the woman inside, placing her next to Qian Hao. Hou Feipeng couldn't resist touching her, causing Wan Yunting to slap the back of his head, "You little brat, quickly strip this bastard's clothes..."
"Hehe, alright."
Hou Feipeng grinned. He couldn't help it; it was the first time he had seen such a beautiful foreign woman, and he simply couldn't resist.
In a few swift movements, he removed Qian Hao's clothes and accessories, including the watch, and dressed Wan Yunting in them. Then, Hou Feipeng opened his luggage bag and put the crafted mask on him. After a careful inspection to ensure everything was correct, Wan Yunting got out of the car and reminded him, "The invitation..."
"Oh."
Hou Feipeng immediately turned and took the invitation card from the woman, handing it to him. He then asked, "Boss Wan, what about this guy?"
"Tie him up. We'll deal with him when I get back. And you better not mess around, kid."
Wan Yunting, wearing Qian Hao's mask, turned back and glared at him. Hou Feipeng chuckled sheepishly. Although it was not difficult, just touching her was a thrill.
Wan Yunting, holding the invitation card, got out of the car. Daniel came over and was startled when he saw him. Wan Yunting smiled and said, "It's me."
Daniel looked at Wan Yunting's face as if he had seen a ghost and exclaimed, "My God, you're Mr. Wan?"
Wan Yunting nodded with a smile, went over to open the Ferrari's door, and said to Daniel, "You should go back and wait for my news."
"Alright, Mr. Wan. Be careful."
Daniel, having recovered from his shock, quickly said. Wan Yunting nodded, got into the car, and with a press of the accelerator, the sports car continued towards the Chapultepec ancient castle.
Daniel got back into his car and looked at Qian Hao, who had been stripped down to his underwear. Hou Feipeng was already tying him and the woman up with ropes and taping their mouths shut to prevent him from screaming when he woke up.
Wan Yunting drove the sports car and quickly arrived at the ancient city gate. Since many people were attending tonight, they were queuing in an orderly fashion to enter the castle. Wan Yunting used this time to carefully observe the guards around the ancient castle. He noticed that they were all carrying submachine guns and patrolling the perimeter of the castle.
Coupled with the castle's inherently excellent defenses, even top assassins and elite agents would likely find it difficult to infiltrate the castle from elsewhere.
Wan Yunting was confident he could enter the castle from the outskirts, but he couldn't withstand the constant patrols of so many guards. That's why he devised this plan to infiltrate the castle using Qian Hao's identity.
Fifteen minutes later, Wan Yunting slowly drove through the drawbridge passage. As the gatekeepers checked the invitation cards, he, with a cigar in his mouth, imitated Qian Hao's arrogant and haughty demeanor as he handed the invitation card to the gatekeepers for inspection. Once the gatekeepers found it acceptable, they waved him through. Wan Yunting slowly drove in, following the car in front, and under the direction of security personnel, parked the car in a designated spot within the castle.
Wan Yunting got out of the car, slammed the door shut, and with a cigar in his mouth, adopted an arrogant posture, exhaling smoke nonchalantly. Seeing a guy with a female companion looking over, Wan Yunting turned and gave them a smile, then swaggered towards the party venue in the castle's inner courtyard.
Along the way, he meticulously observed the guard defenses within the castle, admitting that they were indeed impregnable.
The architectural style within the ancient city was beautiful. As Wan Yunting looked around, he also observed the attendees of the party. However, due to having only one day to investigate Qian Hao's social connections, he didn't have time for detailed reconnaissance, so he didn't recognize most of the people.
Of course, many of the attendees tonight were celebrities, and even if the real Qian Hao were present, he wouldn't have recognized most of them, as Qian Hao was merely a minor figure within the Luo Ya drug cartel.
"Hey, Qian!"
As Wan Yunting walked into the party venue, a foreign youth, accompanied by a foreign woman taller than him – a truly exceptional figure – approached him and smiled, "Why are you only arriving now?"
"Don't even mention it. On the way here, I was almost hit by some unlucky fellow."
Wan Yunting waved his hand, mimicking Qian Hao's mannerism. This young man, named Butch, was also a minor leader in the Luo Ya drug cartel and had a good relationship with Qian Hao.
"That's really unlucky."
Butch smiled, then asked curiously, "Qian, why didn't you bring a female companion tonight? Where's your Ellie?"
Ellie was the woman Qian Hao had brought. Wan Yunting, holding his cigar, waved his hand again and said with a helpless sigh, "Speaking of which, it's rather disappointing. Ellie wasn't feeling well today and couldn't come with me. I'll have to hunt on the spot now."
"Haha..."
Butch burst out laughing and pointed at him with a sly grin, "Qian, this isn't like you. You could have invited another woman. What was the name of that American actress you brought last time?"