The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 882 Lion City Rainy Season
Laoshan Daomen's wall-penetrating technique is a signature Taoism, which is recorded in the Qing Dynasty novel Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio. This woman seems to have a good cultivation level, and she almost escaped in a flash.

But her cultivation was just like that. Even if she escaped from the plane, she would not be able to fly against the wind at high altitudes. The chance of survival was not high, and it looked more like a suicide attempt.

An Meng lay on the window of the cabin, looking outside uneasily. This wall-penetrating technique seemed really miraculous, but Brother Li's alchemy technique seemed to be even more powerful, and the woman's arm fell off.

Li Changan patted her on the shoulder: "Don't look, she can't escape."

The plane is flying at high altitude and high speed. In the middle of the night, Dabai had already spread his wings and stretched out his sharp claws, grabbing the woman firmly.

"Let her blow the air outside, and deal with it when I get to Singapore." Li Changan said lightly.

Everyone in the cabin felt a chill in their hearts, and once again felt a deep sense of awe at the man's methods.

"An Meng, come here and sit down." Li Changan waved a stewardess to take away the petrified arm on the ground, patted the sofa beside him and said to the little assistant.

An Meng came back and sat down, couldn't help reaching out to pick up the piece of the wine jar that had been turned into gold, touched it with her little hand, looked at it carefully, and was amazed.

Li Chang'an smiled: "It's just an illusion. Laoshan's alchemy can't change the structure of matter. Illusions also have a duration. After a day and night, this thing will return to its original state."

An Meng suddenly felt a pity: "It would be great if it kept turning into gold, then wouldn't it be worrying about money."

Li Chang'an snorted: "There is no such thing as a Taoism in which you can get something for nothing. If it were true, the disciples of the Laoshan School would not have to go to Southeast Asia to coax those rich people to live."

Rich people in Southeast Asia respect the thaumaturgy of Buddhism and Taoism very much, otherwise Fengshui would not be so popular in Southeast Asia.Laoshan Taoism has become a partial sect in China, but it has flourished in Southeast Asia.

Li Changan thought of this, and beckoned a flight attendant: "Contact Mr. Tang, use the special line on the plane!"

The stewardess hurried away, but came back after a while, and said anxiously: "Mr. Tang can't be contacted, this, this must be an accident, and he will definitely answer this special line."

Li Changan nodded: "Don't worry, when did Tang Wenjin come to Singapore?"

The stewardess shook her head and said she didn't know: "Mr. Tang's whereabouts are kept secret, we don't know."

Li Changan pondered slightly. Tang Wenjin should have set off for Singapore only after receiving the news that he was going to Singapore. When this Asian ship tycoon was at the peak of his power, he had territories all over the coast of Asia. He will never give up on such a critical place as Singapore in the Straits of Malacca.

According to Li Changan's understanding, Tang Wenjin has a close relationship with the Lee family in Singapore, and also has deep connections in Malaysia. He never expected that he would be targeted in his own territory.

However, Li Chang'an wasn't too worried. Even if Tang Wenjin was captured by people from Laoshan Daomen, no one would dare to hurt him.

It seems that my trip to Singapore has one more trouble.

He looked at An Meng, then shook his sleeve with a smile, and a small silver pistol appeared.

An Meng's eyes widened: "Section Chief, are you still carrying a gun?" She won't be able to change the title of Section Chief for a while.

Li Changan sat beside her and put the pistol in her hand.

Colt M1908, as small as a small toy, is a classic product of Colt. It is a hundred-year-old gun, and bullets are hard to find. At close range, it has amazing lethality and gentle recoil , very suitable for self-defense.

"Do you still remember how I taught you how to shoot at the airport?" Li Changan held An Meng's little hand, pulled her in front of him, leaned half in his arms, and pointed again.

This time, he used the concentration technique and directly instilled in An Meng the essentials of holding a gun.

There are many troubles in this trip to Singapore, and there is no good way to improve An Meng's strength in a short time, so I can only hand over this gun to her for self-defense.

I got it from Mike, the Yankee, and Li Changan kept it with me as a souvenir.

An Meng was holding a small pistol, but she was flustered. She leaned against the man's broad arms, her heart was about to jump out.

The pistol is warm and moist, as if it still has the body temperature of a man, but there is a layer of crystals on the surface that cannot be detected by the naked eye.

That was Li Chang'an's unique technique. He could disguise the pistol so that he could pass the security check smoothly. As long as it wasn't a personal search, it would be absolutely fine.

At around two o'clock in the morning, the plane finally arrived at Singapore's Changi International Airport.

When we started to land, we could still see the fireworks flying in the distant harbor. Now it has passed zero o'clock, which belongs to the Chinese New Year's Day in the traditional sense.

An Meng woke up from the sofa and just took a nap.

"Brother Li, are we here?" She asked cutely.

Li Changan put a set of thin clothes in front of her, and knocked her head: "Of course it's here, don't ask such stupid questions in the future."

An Meng stuck out her tongue and looked at the clothes in front of her: "Is it hot outside?"

Look at Li Changan, he still has a white shirt and black trousers, but he has put down his jacket.

"This is Singapore, with a tropical climate and summer all year round, but the temperature difference between day and night is huge, so it's still a bit cold at night." Li Changan gave her another pair of cute slippers: "It's the rainy season, so it's more convenient to wear these."

In Singapore, the Lion City, at this time of year, it rains non-stop. Tropical rain comes and goes quickly.

When Li Changan and An Meng got off the plane, there was a bang of thunder above his head, and the lightning flew like a snake, which shocked An Meng.

From the winter climate in Jiangning, it suddenly seemed to be summer, and An Meng couldn't adapt for a while.

The fireworks in the distance also looked pale in the lightning, An Meng looked up and said, "They can still set off fireworks when it's raining?"

Li Changan smiled: "They are all specially made fireworks from Huaxia. The rain will stop as soon as it stops, and fireworks can be set off at any time."

Just as he was talking, the heavy rain suddenly contracted, the dark clouds in the sky cleared up, and there was a beautiful starry sky. An Meng couldn't help cheering: "Stop it if you say so."

There are quite a few people at Changi Airport, most of whom are tourists, and there is a long queue at the duty-free shop.

Li Changan shook hands with the flight attendants of the private jet, comforted them a few words, and asked them to stand by temporarily, and then led An Meng into a corridor under the canopy. In Singapore, this kind of corridor-style canopy is a standard building. It can be seen everywhere, and it is also a unique scenery.

But as soon as he entered the canopy, he stopped suddenly. An Meng looked at him suspiciously, and Li Changan pouted: "Someone came to the door."

An Meng immediately saw that a group of people approached calmly and blocked them in the canopy of the corridor.

Behind this group of people, a group of Singaporean policemen were hiding behind the canopy. On an airport tower in the distance, there was even a flicker. It was the reflection of a sniper rifle...

(End of this chapter)