Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

hotel.

The ashtray on the table was full of cigarette butts, Mo Qing leaned against the window, smoking cigarettes one after another.

From time to time, I took out my phone to take a look, and then closed it in disappointment.

He was waiting, waiting for Zhang Cheng to find a helper.

The others in the room were silent.

"Ding Ding Ding"

The phone rang for a while, Mo Qing quickly picked it up, and saw that it was Zhang Cheng calling.

"Hey, Zhang, is there any news?"

Zhang Cheng on the other end of the phone said in a deep voice, "Yiming was released on bail!"

"Ah? Didn't you say that this incident has a great impact and he cannot be released on bail? Then where is he now, I will pick him up?" Mo Qing asked quickly.

"He was picked up by Song En, he is Basong's younger brother"

"what?"

Mo Qing's voice was a little higher, which attracted other people's eyes to look at him.

"Why did he pick up Yoshiaki?"

"I don't know, but it's definitely not a good thing. I'll send you the address now, and you hurry over there. I doubt they will be good for Zhang Yiming."

"okay, I get it"

After hanging up the phone, Mo Qing walked into the bedroom and looked for her luggage.

Lin Yuyan asked, "Brother Mo, is there any news about Yoshiaki?"

Mo Qing didn't lie to her, "Yes, I was released on bail by Basong's brother, I have to go and see, you stay in the hotel, don't go anywhere!"

"I'm going too!" Lin Yuyan said with firm eyes.

"No!" Mo Qing resolutely refused, "If you have an accident, how can I explain to Yoshiaki, don't worry, I will take care of it."

After speaking, Mo Qing opened the suitcase and took out a Gurkha machete from it.

This knife is the one he used in the desert. He thought it was very commemorative at the time, so he kept it.

Pulling out the scimitar from the scabbard, the shiny blade gleamed coldly.

"If I don't come back today, or if you don't hear from me, you can leave directly by plane tomorrow," Mo Qing said with a serious expression.

To save Zhang Yiming this time, he must either bring him out safely, or rush out with a knife.

Mo Qing thinks the latter is more likely.

Now everyone thinks that Zhang Yiming killed Ba Song, how could Song En, his younger brother, let him go so easily?
This fight is definitely going to happen, and according to Mo Qing's own estimation, the probability that he can bring Zhang Yiming out is almost zero.

After all, the place he was going to was Song En's territory, and it was normal to meet dozens of bodyguards at that time.

But no matter how difficult it is, Mo Qing must go, not for anything else, just because Zhang Yiming is his brother!
As soon as Mo Qing reached the hotel entrance, Han Ling followed.

"What are you doing here? It's dangerous there, go back quickly," he urged.

"Do you think that in this foreign country, just the savadhika you know can take you to your destination?" Han Ling blinked, "You need an interpreter."

"Do you speak Siamese?"

"No, but I will be English"

Siam, as a country that relies on tourism for development, people here can speak some English, and as a common language in the world, English is used more frequently.

Mo Qing had no choice but to compromise: "Okay, after that, you wait outside"

The two then hailed a taxi and left.

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Thai King, Tanaburappa Manor.

This manor belongs to the Tanabrapa family, covering an area of ​​[-] square meters, with various entertainment facilities and private gardens.

The manor cost billions of baht just to build.

A Rolls Royce stopped at the gate.

Zhang Yiming got out of the car and looked at the iron gate in front of him. The pitch-black gate was as high as three or four floors, and there were two tall security guards standing on the left and right sides.

There was an indistinct ferocity emanating from the security guard, and ordinary people felt fear just by taking a look at it.

When the two bodyguards saw Song En getting out of the car, they saluted respectfully.

A white-haired old man walked quickly, "Master Song En, the master has been waiting inside for a long time."

The white-haired old man looked like he should be a housekeeper.

"Um"

Song En nodded indifferently, and led Zhang Yiming into the iron gate.

You can't see the luxury of this manor just from the outside, only when you really walk in, you will know what a mansion is!
The long green path diverges into many forks, and forks after forks.

I don't know where the end is.

Going forward, Zhang Yiming even saw an elephant on a lawn, and the breeder next to him was feeding the elephant.

He has seen cats and dogs at home, and snakes chasing lizards, but this is the first time he has seen an elephant at home!

"Second Master"

The passing maid bowed her head respectfully when she saw Song En approaching.

These maids are dressed in uniform black and white maid outfits, with slender legs, eye-catching eyes and good faces, all of them are full-fledged beauties.

At this moment, Zhang Yiming is like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, and everything feels strange.

The distance from the gate to the main building is not far, only about a hundred meters.

Entering the lobby of the main building, he was instantly dazzled by the golden splendor.

Gold is the main style of this building.

It's only been a minute since he came in, but Zhang Yiming has already been deeply shocked by this place.

If you use two words to evaluate, it must be "Awesome!"

Other than that, there is no other word worthy of this manor.

living room.

An old man was sitting in a wheelchair. He looked to be in his sixties, with gray hair, and was reading a book carefully.

Song En walked to the side of the old man, "Father, someone brought it"

The old man closed the book, looked up at Zhang Yiming, and said in Chinese: "Young man, sit down and pour him a glass of water."

"No need." Zhang Yiming interrupted: "Open the skylight and tell me the truth, what are you looking for me for?"

"Let's talk." The old man stared into his eyes, "You may not know me, my name is Miral, Bassoon's father"

Zhang Yiming narrowed his eyes slightly, "I'm afraid you didn't come to chat with me, but you wanted to kill me?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the living room was obviously different.

"You guessed it." Miral didn't hide it, "I really want to kill you."

"But I didn't kill your son!" Zhang Yiming said angrily.

It is impossible for anyone to have a good temper if he is wronged, especially when he has already threatened with a knife on his neck.

"You were at the scene, your fingerprints were on the murder weapon"

"These two points are not enough to convict me, I am innocent!"

Zhang Yiming stood up immediately, clenched his fists and looked at Miral.

The bodyguards in the living room rushed up to subdue him, but Miral waved him away.

"Whether you are the murderer or not, someone must be buried with my son today, and you are the best candidate," Miral said calmly.

Zhang Yiming frowned, what the other party said was definitely not a joke.

Could it be that he is really doomed today?

"But before you die, I need to ask you a question"