Snap!

The crisp sound made Wang An's wrist tremble slightly.

He probably already guessed what was going on... He hung up the phone on his own initiative and called Liu Zhiyun again. However, before Wang An started pressing the first number, Ye Bei's voice came leisurely: "No, they

The two of them are together!"

Wang An paused for a moment, then put away the phone, bent down, and said respectfully: "Yes, sir!"

After a few seconds of silence, Wang An asked doubtfully: "Sir, I didn't tell them my address just now. Do I need to call another one?"

"Need not!"

"Master, then..."

"It's very late now, go and rest!"

Ye Bei said softly.

Wang An still has a lot to say...

However, after hearing Ye Bei's words, he immediately lowered his head and swallowed all the words.

"Yes, sir, I will go and rest first! If the master has any instructions, just call me at any time!" Wang An bent down and respectfully retreated. However, when he left the presidential suite, he did not really go to rest.

, but walked directly towards the lobby.

He always felt that the Zhao family would never give up.

Tonight, I'm afraid, there will be some big trouble.

Inside the presidential suite.

Ye Bei stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The sky had completely darkened. His own image was printed in front of the clean glass window. In all the scenery, when the night came, he was the only one left.

Turn around indifferently.

Walk towards the coffee table in the middle of the hall.

I glanced at the soft sofa, but chose to sit on the hard chair again.

On the coffee table, the two tea cups just now have been cleaned and rearranged by Wang An...

The elegant tea fragrance in the air completely dissipated.

Ye Bei wanted to make another pot of tea, but found that he was the only one in the whole house, and drinking tea was not interesting. Fortunately, he stood up again, but at this moment, the corner of his eye glanced at the horse hanging on one wall of the suite.

on the painting,

The painting is black and white and made with ink.

There are eight horses... Some have their heads raised, as if roaring to the sky, while others have their eyes fixed and their hooves leaping up. They are galloping on the beacon-smoked desert. They are tall and handsome in appearance.

This painting, at first glance, is quite intimidating.

But Ye Bei could tell at a glance that this was just a fake copied by later generations.

The real horse picture may have disappeared in history long ago...

But, even so, an inexplicable thought still appeared in Ye Bei's mind.

That year, there was a strong wind and the sky was filled with dust. Ye Bei was traveling alone outside the Great Wall and met a poor ethnic group outside the Great Wall.

Among them, one family was very hospitable and invited Ye Bei to come in and taste the fine kumiss together.

That day...

A young man had a drink with Ye Bei.

The young man is slightly drunk and talks about his ideals.

"One day, I want this world to tremble under my feet!"

"One day, I will become a king respected by thousands of people!"

"Even if there is a sandstorm, you must surrender under my feet..."

His parents shook their heads slightly, thinking they were drunk.

The young man didn't know it, he kept making noises, and his face turned red after drinking.

On the side, Ye Bei just smiled and said nothing...

The next day, the weather improved and the sandstorm dissipated. When Ye Bei was saying goodbye, the young man gave Ye Bei a horse so that he could go on his way. In return, Ye Bei asked for pen and ink to paint a portrait of the horse and gave it to the young man. There was also a painting on it.

He left four words: A generation of genius! Then he left from now on.

Decades later, the young man grew up. He was extremely brave, swept across countless territories, completely conquered beyond the Great Wall, and became a famous figure in history, holding supreme power.

His name was Borjijin Temujin.

The world calls him: Genghis Khan!

Ye Bei watched quietly... The horse in the painting was just an imitation of his own painting. Even the four words he gave to Genghis Khan were borrowed by others as the years passed and were widely circulated.

.

"Even a generation of geniuses cannot withstand the passage of time!"

Ye Bei stood in front of the painting and looked at it for more than an hour before he softly uttered such a sentence.

His eyes were indifferent and his voice was filled with regret.

call……

Turn around.

With a random wave of his arm, a low cry sounded in the room.

The fake horse picture hanging on the wall seemed to be swallowed up by a ball of flames. The decorative glass was intact, but the paintings inside were all turned into ashes, leaving nothing behind...

Ye Bei returned to the bedroom.

But he didn't sleep. He just walked to the bedroom window with his hands behind his back, opened the window, and let the cold wind blow in, making his hair fly.

Wow!

Bang bang!

This night was destined to be unrestful. As late night approached, fierce noises could be heard outside the Dingsheng Hotel from time to time.

There will also be some roars and screams mixed in at the same time.

However, these sounds could no longer affect Ye Bei's emotions at all.

He was detached from above, he didn't care, didn't pay attention, didn't even look, and just let time pass by...

…

The next day!

The morning sun rises from the east, dispelling the darkness, and the entire Q City returns to light.

After a night of settling.

The snow on the roofs of houses in Q City has quietly melted.

Sharp icicles were hung on many buildings, exuding a chill.

The pedestrians passing by below did not notice at all that there was always a sharp blade floating above their heads.

When the sunlight shined through the glass window and onto Ye Bei's long gown, his body moved slightly and walked towards the hall outside the bedroom, his eyes were faint, like that of an immortal...

As he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, the door to the presidential suite was pushed open again.

The person coming is Wang An.

Wang An was bent over, looking very old... There was still a bit of fatigue in the corners of his eyes, and there were some bloodshot eyes in his pupils.

He walked slowly behind Ye Bei, broke the silence, and said respectfully: "Master, they came to cause trouble again tonight! However, they have all been solved. I have arranged for many people to enter Q City, and everything has been done here.

Take control..."

"Um!"

Ye Bei smelled a faint smell of blood from Wang An, but he let out a light grunt.

"Master, you see, today we are..." Wang An hesitated for a moment and continued.

Ye Bei: "Are you injured?"

"It's a minor injury, and the old slave can recover in a few days." Wang An's voice was hoarse.

Ye Bei: "Zhao family?"

"Yes, sir!" Wang An nodded, his bloodshot pupils revealing a terrifying murderous intent at this moment.

To be honest, there were so many things that happened that night that Wang An had never thought of.

Zhao Kun woke up and recovered...

I will definitely tell Zhao Bingsheng what happened at Changsheng Temple.

The master is back. After Zhao Bingsheng learned the news, he didn't come here to apologize. He actually dared to send out waves of people to sneak attack at night. This is simply an unforgivable crime!

If Ye Bei hadn't disagreed...

At night, Wang An might lead his men to flatten the entire Zhao family.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he felt. Wang An still wanted to speak, but his lips moved slightly, but he didn't know what to say.

The atmosphere became silent again.

Another half hour passed...

"Go to Zhao's house!"
Chapter completed!