At this moment, there are already thousands of lights. Those villas are surrounded by green trees and are quiet.
The roar of the modified vehicle engine broke the tranquility.
Qin Chuan rushed in, driving a jeep owned by Long Yin.
Soon, we arrived at the innermost courtyard. In front of us was a seven-story building surrounded by high walls.
It is very different from the overcrowding of ordinary hospitals. It is quiet here. This is not a hospital, it is clearly the most upscale private club.
There was no one else in sight, only a stooped old doorman who was slowly closing the two large iron doors.
"Wait a moment!"
"Long Yin is doing business, don't close the door!"
Qin Chuan pressed the horn and drove in before the iron gate closed.
Jumping out of the car, he asked the old doorman anxiously: "Old man, do you know which room Wang Laohu is in?"
"That's the famous big shot in Han City who came here this afternoon."
The old man shook his head, sighed, and murmured: "Young people today are really becoming more and more reckless..."
"I don't know what Wang Lao Lao is, Li Lao Lao, let's go, it's time to get off work."
With that said, he began to slowly close the door again.
"Let's go in and look for it!" Qin Chuan said and was about to rush in.
"Wait a minute." Qin Tian shouted, he always felt that something was wrong.
Looking at the old man's clasped body as he closed the door, a coldness appeared in his eyes.
"Hello."
"I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon."
"This time, is it time to tell me your name?"
Um?
Qin Chuan was stunned for a moment and said, "Qin Tian, what's wrong with you?"
"Who are you talking to?"
Qin Tian remained silent and stared at the rickety old man with a sneer.
The movement of the old man's hand paused, and he was silent for a moment. He slowly turned around, looked at Qin Tian, and sneered: "It's a bit interesting."
"How did you recognize me?"
Hearing this voice, Qin Chuan was shocked.
Because, although the other party looked like an old man, his voice was clearly that of a young man.
Qin Tian raised his eyebrows: "I have to say that you disguise yourself very well. I believe that few people can see your flaws just from your appearance."
"But there is one thing you have forgotten, and that is the murderous intention in your heart."
The old man narrowed his eyes. He never expected that Qin Tian would lock his identity based on the murderous intent on his body.
In this case, he no longer concealed it. With a sneer, his hunchback slowly straightened, and his whole body became straighter.
A pair of eyes flashed with murderous intent.
"I said that I would tell you my name at the last second before I kill you."
"Then, it's now."
As he spoke, he took out a pair of mandarin duck sickles with gauntlets from under his clothes.
The surface of the sickle is glowing with blue light.
Qin Tian frowned. Although it was the second time they met, he always had a feeling that the other party's disguise and murderous aura were somewhat familiar.
Before he could speak, Qin Chuan took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Longbian, go in and find Wang Laohu and hand him over to me."
Seeing that Qin Tian was silent, Qin Chuan said in a deep voice again: "What, do you look down on me?"
"Then I'll show you!"
With that said, he drew his sword and rushed towards the old man.