As soon as he entered the house, someone immediately came up to search him again. Huangfu Lin stood slantedly and let two men with dark faces search him.
This time, all items containing even a tiny bit of metal were confiscated, including watches.
After passing through several doors and checking inside and outside several times, Biaozi, who was following behind him, became a little impatient, but Huangfu Lin glanced at him and immediately put away the dissatisfaction on his face.
Biaozi's eyes were the same as Huangfu Lin's, scanning the surroundings without leaving any trace.
Sharp eyes discovered that there were densely packed pinhole cameras everywhere. Although they were very hidden, people like them who had undergone life and death training could spot them at a glance and calmly pretended not to notice.
After finally passing the inspection, the man in black leading the way led the two people to a wall with an expressionless face, on which hung a giant oil painting, a treasure from a famous artist.
The man in black knocked on the door gently, slowly and slowly, three times.
The painting slowly rose up, revealing a snow-white wall.
After a while, a gap opened in the middle of the wall. The gap was invisible to the naked eye and slid open to both sides.
It's like a completely different world.
The first thing you see is a splendidly decorated room, just like a luxurious European palace. There are finely crafted precious jade products everywhere, mixed with many gold ornaments.
It seems that this is Basong Chalumphong's old nest.
"Mr. Huangfu is really brave."
A feminine voice sounded. The man was wearing a bright red shirt. The dazzling red color made his stunning face, which could not distinguish between male and female, even more feminine. He was lazily leaning on the carved lounge chair with his slanted eyes.
Staring at the cup of tea in his hand.
Hearing the sound here, he slowly raised his head.
In front of him, there was another cup of hot tea, obviously reserved for Huangfu Lin.
"Mr. Chalumpong, long time no see."
Huangfu Lin's eyes were light and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but Biaozi who was following him was shocked.
Have you heard of Basong? Chalumpong is a shemale, but no one would have thought that the arms giant with a reputation throughout Southeast Asia would actually have such a stunning face. Different from the indifference of the boss, the man's face had a hint of indifference.
Only silk women can be soft and charming, but too feminine.
No wonder the outside world spreads rumors about him as a miraculous person. Not many people have actually seen him or should I say her now.
But it is such a Thai shemale who has used astonishing methods to occupy 30% of the arms business in Southeast Asia, and now she actually has her own ideas set on her boss.
Basong Charunpeng smiled slightly, full of charm, "You can call me by my Chinese name, Liu Qing."
This time, he actually spoke in blunt Chinese. While speaking, he gently shook his white wrist. The blue and white porcelain cup exuded a faint light under the refraction of the light. The two ultimate colors of red clothes and bright wrists,
Forming an extremely sharp contrast.
Biaozi suddenly lost his appetite.
This shemale actually has a name that sounds like ancient Chinese style, and even tries to imitate other people's taste of tea. It's really disgusting.
Huangfu Lin sat down on the empty couch opposite, his expression was calm, and when he lowered his eyes, he hid the murderous aura that flashed in his eyes.
Biaozi immediately stood behind Huangfu Lin and scanned the surroundings vigilantly...