The beautiful president's soldier king summoner

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Lin Yun left the Victory Wharf.

Without stopping, he rushed directly to the Chunfeng Deyi Building.

The so-called night has many dreams, although Lin Yun is not afraid of Deng Yongjun's tricks, but Lin Yun wants to find the cultural relics and national treasures sold by Hua Chen as soon as possible.

The night in Beihai City is noisy and lively.

The streets are full of flashing neon lights.

Under the neon lights, you can see fashionable young girls with heavy makeup everywhere.

Such a lively scene is comparable to Hong Kong in the 80s.

It is precisely because of such prosperity that Beihai City has a soil that breeds crime and darkness.

However, when Lin Yun arrived at the Chunfeng Deyi Building, he found that the gate was closed and it was not open for business.

Now is the best time of day for business.

Although Tingyu can make a fortune selling cultural relics alone, she will not close the door and stop doing business during this time period.

This situation is very abnormal.

Lin Yun didn't knock on the door immediately, but went to a small supermarket across the street, bought a pack of cigarettes, and asked the clerk about the status of Chunfeng Deyi Building.

"You said Chunfeng Deyi Building. It hasn't been opened recently. It may have been more than ten days. It is said that it is closed for renovation, but there is no sound of renovation. The neighbors also feel strange. The business in that place is very good. How can it be closed? It just closed. Maybe the boss took the money and ran away."

The clerk was a young girl in her 20s. Seeing that Lin Yun was a handsome guy, she chatted freely.

"The door hasn't been opened for more than ten days?" Lin Yun had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Bang bang bang!
Lin Yun returned to the door and slapped hard on the rolling gate of Chunfeng Deyi Building.

A full five minutes passed before the sound of footsteps came. A person cursed and opened the side door next to him, shouting at Lin Yun, "What are you doing?"

The person who opened the door was a man, about 30 years old, wearing a black suit and even wearing sunglasses on his face, but it couldn't hide his fierce face.

Lin Yun glanced at it, and saw that there were tattoo marks on the man's neck, which seemed to be the ferocious face of a yaksha.

Here in Beihai, people from the mixed society also like tattoos.

Most of them are dragons or phoenixes, and there are also patterns of Guan Gong.

People with Yasha tattoos are rare.

Coupled with this man's accent, it is a bit blunt, and he is clearly not a Chinese, but an islander!

Lin Yun was not angry, took out a card from his pocket, and said with a smile: "I am a VIP of Chunfeng Deyi Building, and I have recharged a lot of money in it. But you haven't opened the door for many days, so you won't quit. Even if you Quit, you have to return my money."

"The door will open tomorrow!" The tattooed man was very impatient, with a rough tone, and directly closed the door.

Standing outside the door, Lin Yun shook his head, seemingly helpless, and disappeared into the crowd when he crossed the road.

In fact, Lin Yun didn't go far at all. He turned a corner at the intersection in front of him. After making sure that no one was following him, he turned his jacket over and walked along the street to the back of Chunfeng Deyi Building.

Lin Yun is no stranger to sneaking in.

Seeing an opportunity, he climbed up the three-meter-high wall and jumped into the back of the wall.

Lin Yun's whole movements were smooth and flowing, and he was in the blind spot of the camera. No one noticed him at all, and he had already quietly sneaked into the interior of Chunfeng Deyi Building.

Chunfeng Deyi Building has a business building in the front and a huge courtyard in the back.

Lin Yun has never been here before.

The place where Lin Yun fell was surprisingly a gentle courtyard.

Green bamboos are planted in the corner of the wall, a small pond covered with pebbles is in the middle, and there is a rockery in the middle, with a clear spring flowing from it and falling into a bamboo tube, making crisp knocking sounds.

Inside the courtyard, candles were lit, illuminating the entire courtyard brightly.

On the opposite side of the courtyard is a Japanese-style villa.

In the villa and the courtyard, figures can be seen swaying. They are some sturdy men in black suits, with bald heads, or thick-cut men.

Lin Yun was not in a hurry to make a move, but hid behind the bamboo forest and observed silently.

When sneaking in, the most taboo is impetuosity.

If you don't understand the situation clearly and act rashly, accidents are likely to happen.

After observing for about 10 minutes, Lin Yun has already figured out the situation of this kind of defense.

In the yard, eight people were patrolling and defending.

On the other side of the villa, there are four people.

The four people on the other side of the villa restrained their aura almost perfectly. If Lin Yun hadn't been vigilant, they would have hardly felt their presence.

In Lin Yun's heart, he was very surprised.

The four people at the villa are clearly warriors.His strength is weaker than his own, but he is much stronger than the so-called Muay Thai champion Botan.

Such a master would actually guard someone else's home.

In Lin Yun's mind, the three words "Yamada Club" immediately flashed.

Lin Yun observed the patrol routes of the guards and found a gap. The whole figure sneaked into the vicinity of the villa like a ghost.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from the villa.

"Please, please don't do this!"

"Please, don't."

""

It was a female voice, Shan Tingyu's voice, she spoke Japanese, but Lin Yun had received special training in the army and knew some simple Japanese, so he could understand.

Shan Tingyu was clearly begging for mercy from someone, Tingting's voice was extremely miserable.

The other person was sneering.

This person's laughter is very old, like an 80-year-old man.

Then, the old voice cursed angrily: "Baga!"

It was a crisp slap.

Hearing the rain alone, he burst into tears.

Hearing this sound, Lin Yun's heart moved, his legs bent, and he jumped under the eaves. Like a huge civet cat, he quietly sneaked into the villa.

When Lin Yun saw the scene in the villa, his face was filled with astonishment.

Shan Tingyu had no clothes on, was tied up with a red rope in a humiliating appearance, and was hung in mid-air.

Before that, the stern young man that Lin Yun and Li Chengyu met was holding a whip in his hand, and slapped Shan Tingyu fiercely.

Shan Tingyu's originally fair and tender skin was already covered with bluish-purple scars, which was too horrible to look at.

Lin Yun originally thought that the islanders were perverts, and Shan Tingyu was playing some fun games with this boy.

However, when Lin Yun saw a man and a woman tied up in the corner of the room, two children of six or seven years old, he felt that he might be wrong.

"President, you can't do this, they are just children."

Shan Tingyu's cheeks were already swollen, and she was still begging bitterly.

The stern young man opened his mouth, and it turned out to be an extremely old voice, quacking and laughing strangely: "Why can't I do this? What I want is a child!"