Ling Cang did not compliment Lin Han. The study room was indeed elegantly decorated. The bookshelves were filled with all kinds of books. There was a burner of sandalwood on the desk. On the mahogany tea sea opposite, there was a set of exquisite purple sand tea sets, and there were other things around it. There are some antiques and classical weapons.
This kind of style is not something ordinary people can come up with, although what Lin Han did would make even the most vulgar people feel contemptuous.
Of course, there must be many people who are thinking about Lin Han's life and have nosebleeds. They envy Lin Han for being so beautiful, and they also speculate on how many beauties have been manipulated and played with in bed.
This is an era of moral decay. Many people have no concept of right and wrong in their hearts, only the pursuit of material and physical desires.
"I am indeed crazy, but I have the capital to be crazy," Ling Cang chuckled and reminded: "My surname is Lin, if I'm not wrong, you lost something some time ago."
"What is it?" Lin Han's expression remained calm, but his heart was beating a drum.
"Look at the content here. Does it feel familiar?" Ling Cang took out a few pieces of paper and threw them in front of Lin Han: "The original thing you threw is in my hand, but I didn't bring it with me."
Lin Han only glanced briefly, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated: "Where did you get it?"
"I don't need to tell you,"
In fact, the contents on these pieces of paper were all excerpted from Zhao Xinru's black account.
After learning from Su Mengqing that Zhao Xinru had a close relationship with Xingjie Company, and considering Zhao Xinru's past actions, Ling Cang immediately came up with a guess, that is, Zhao Xinru was originally responsible for the peripheral work of Xingjie Company, that is, for those who were waiting for a price. Celebrities and newcomers to the entertainment industry are looking for buyers.
Ling Cang did not reveal his relationship with Zhao Xinru, but Lin Han guessed it himself: "This thing was originally kept in Zhao Xinru's hands, but then it was lost inexplicably. Now it seems that you stole it."
Ling Cang admitted this time: "Yes,"
"I also heard that Zhao Xinru recognized a younger brother, but no one has seen it." Lin Han smiled coldly: "It seems that it is you too,"
"That's right,"
"That is to say, you deliberately approached Zhao Xinru and got that booklet." Lin Han suddenly stood up and asked sternly: "Who are you?"
"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that I already know you." After a pause, Ling Cang said word by word: "With that booklet, I can completely expose you publicly, but As I said before, it's better for us to settle it privately,"
"We'll end it privately, do you have the ability?" Lin Han's expression returned to calmness, and at the same time he began to secretly build up his strength: "Boy, I'm not afraid to tell you honestly, I'm not someone you can mess with."
"I know you are a person with mental powers," Ling Cang nodded: "But it's not a big deal. You are not the first person like you I have met, and you will certainly not be the last."
No matter how strong Lin Han's psychological quality was, he finally lost his calm after hearing these words: "How...how did you know,"
"Remember the last time I attended a party with my girlfriend, there was a nouveau riche who was making trouble, but you pulled him aside and solved the problem with just a few words." After a pause, Ling Cang analyzed: "For the nouveau riche, Yan said that he was most worried that others would not respect him, and he was also worried that others would not know that he was rich and powerful. The upstart was so arrogant at the time, and no matter how good his eloquence was, it would not be possible for him to settle down in such a short time, so I suspected at the time, You may have used your mental powers, and later there were signs that confirmed my speculation..."
"So you are also a person with superpowers," before Ling Cang could answer, Lin Han laughed disdainfully: "Although there are not many people with special abilities like us, there are also quite a few. Do you think I am just Ordinary superpowers, do you know who is behind me?"
"I know," Ling Cang nodded slowly: "You are from the Illuminati. Considering that you are a person with mental powers, you should be under the War Knight."
"You..." Lin Han was stunned again. He couldn't imagine how Ling Cang knew these things.
"It seems I was right." Ling Cang lit up a cigarette. He did not smoke it, but stared at Lin Han's every move through the light blue smoke: "I had a meeting with your master. I could have asked you to help me get a good one, but I’m afraid you won’t have this chance.”
"I still have a chance, but you don't have a chance to walk out of this room," Lin Han said, suddenly taking action, taking out a broad sword from under the table, and was about to rush towards Ling Cang.
Ling Cang was well prepared and kicked the desk. With a sharp "squeak" sound, the desk hit Lin Han's stomach, then slid back several meters, and finally hit the wall.
Ling Cang rushed forward and stepped on the desk, trapping Lin Han between the desk and the wall. Lin Han struggled a few times but was unable to escape. Because the distance was too short, he could not use his broad sword.
Ling Cang didn't give Lin Han a chance and punched him in the face. Then he turned his fist into a palm and slapped it on the Tianling cover. Then, Ling Cang grabbed Lin Han's hair and slammed it against the writing table.
Lin Han pressed his face tightly against the table, let out a scream, threw away the broad sword, and waved his hands randomly. Ling Cang jumped up, grabbed a broad sword hanging on the wall, fell to the ground and chopped it. With a splash of blood on Lin Han's neck, Lin Han's head immediately separated from his body, separated by a broad sword body.
Ling Cang's sword was so powerful that the sword blade was deeply embedded in the table. Blood dripped along the sword blade from both sides of the desk.
Ling Cang did all of this with one hand. Seeing that Lin Han was dead, Ling Cang raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette: "I just lied to you. Neither you nor Shen Liyong can go to heaven. They can only go to heaven." hell,"
From the beginning, Ling Cang suspected that Lin Han was a person with mental powers. Speaking of which, it was very suitable for people with such powers to engage in acting. They could make bad movies a hit, and they could also turn the howling ghosts into popular songs.
However, Lin Han's Illuminati identity was only discovered after Ling Cang came here.
The broad sword that Ling Cang took down just now was hanging high on the wall. As soon as he entered the door, Ling Cang discovered that the shape of this broad sword was unique to the Illuminati.
This sword had been used too many times and was somewhat damaged, so Lin Han hung it up as a decoration, but unexpectedly his identity was betrayed by this broad sword.
Too many people think that the most dangerous place is the safest, so they put the things that need to be hidden into the light. The problem is that too many people already know this truth, so the most dangerous place often becomes the safest place. The most dangerous.
After finishing his cigarette, Ling Cang stubbed out the cigarette butt in the blood stains and walked outside casually.
Just as I arrived at the courtyard of the villa, a dozen black figures suddenly shot in from outside the wall. Each of them was wearing a black suit and holding a broad sword in his hand. They were obviously members of the Illuminati.
"It turns out there are helpers," Ling Cang shook his head helplessly, feeling that he was a little careless. Lin Han set up Xingjie Company, and it was clear that he was working for the Illuminati. It is impossible not to have subordinates around him. These people usually don't show up, but they must feel After feeling the fluctuation in his own strength, he rushed over.
"Who are you?" The leader of the other party took a step forward and asked coldly: "Where is Lin Han?"
People with mental powers are usually not very powerful in combat, and Lin Han is especially weak, so Ling Cang can easily kill them. However, among these people in front of him, there are very powerful ones, which makes Ling Cang find it difficult to deal with them.
Just when Ling Cang was thinking about how to deal with it, a dense mass of red dots suddenly shot over at a speed that made it difficult for anyone to dodge.
The Illuminati was immediately covered by these red dots, and countless blood flowers collapsed. Along with screams, countless holes were opened in their bodies. In the blink of an eye, they all turned into a puddle of flesh. He fell to the ground and died.
On a wall in the distance, Yu Hanfeng was pointing the huge gun at Lin Han's villa. Seeing that all the Illuminati were killed, he removed his finger from the trigger and sniffed the air hard: "The smell of blood is so good,"
A voice came over coldly: "You are a pervert,"
Yu Hanfeng was startled, turned around quickly, and pointed his gun in the direction of the sound: "You are... Ling Cang,"
"Ah, you know me," Ling Cang walked up to Yu Hanfeng with a smile, looked up and down, and then asked: "Who are you?"
Yu Hanfeng replied subconsciously: "Yu Hanfeng,"
"Well, good name,"
"How did you find me here,"
"I have always felt that someone is following me secretly," Ling Cang answered honestly and without any concealment: "When the Illuminati were killed, I found your location based on the direction of the bullets."
"Damn it," Yu Hanfeng slapped his head hard: "I was too busy dealing with the Illuminati and forgot to pay attention to your movements."
"Don't blame yourself. If you weren't so stupid, I still wouldn't be able to find you."
"By the way, you were fast enough and found me right away..." Yu Hanfeng raised his gun and said confidently: "But don't be complacent, there will be no next time."
"There is indeed no next time," Ling Cang nodded in agreement: "This time you have to tell me who you are, where you come from, and why you are following me."
"Don't be so sentimental. Why am I following you? I just want to deal with the Illuminati," Yu Hanfeng said decisively: "Don't worry, I won't play Brokeback, and even if I do, I won't look for you."
When Ling Cang heard this, he felt a little unconvinced: "You don't come to me even if you want to break your back. What's wrong with me? What's wrong?"
"You are good at everything, very good," a tall figure came from the darkness and said in a very mechanical voice: "It's just that you are not suitable for this brat."
Ling Cang looked up and down and was surprised to find that the person coming had a mechanical hand: "Who are you?"