Chapter 562

After Ni Yongyao left the banquet, Wu Lin followed behind him, opened the Lamborghini's car door for him, and asked respectfully:

"Mr. Ni, are we returning to the villa?"

Ni Yongyao sat in the car and lit a cigar unhurriedly:

"No rush; there might be other arrangements."

At this moment, Ni Yongyao exhaled a cloud of smoke and took out the small note from his suit; he didn't know what the Viceroy's wife's intentions were.

It was just that upon seeing the text on the paper, he fell into a thoughtful state:

"At nine o'clock, come to suite 2001 on the twentieth floor of the Wynn Palace; I will be waiting for you there."

As for the Wynn Palace, Ni Yongyao was also clear that it was a luxury casino and hotel designed specifically for high rollers and VIPs.

This casino is not only famous for its gold decorations, but also because it is the location of the Wynn Macau fountain; this fountain is a beautiful sight in Macau.

Under the influence of the fountain and the lights, it displays a spectacle of water and light.

Currently, the Wynn Palace is actually operated by foreign capital; it's just that he doesn't know if this Lady Sophia coming to him is a conspiracy or if she has other motives.

However, Ni Yongyao was not worried at all; even if there were an ambush, relying on his physical fitness and reaction ability, a siege by hundreds of people would not be his match.

Besides, he didn't think the foreigners could prepare a trap in these few hours.

"Wu Lin, go to the Wynn Palace."

Wu Lin nodded respectfully: "Yes, Mr. Ni."

Soon, when the Lamborghini arrived at the Wynn Palace, it was exactly eight-thirty, but Ni Yongyao was not in a hurry; he took Wu Lin to look at this Macau night view, which had a unique flavor.

The fountain began to gush rhythmically with the lights; the red lights and green wine made one unable to help but let their imagination run wild; this was the greatest place to spend money.

Ni Yongyao asked: "Wu Lin, what do you think of Macau?"

Wu Lin thought for a moment: "It's very beautiful; because I have always been practicing martial arts in the mountains, I have rarely seen this bustling material world."

Wu Lin looked around and couldn't help but sigh at the prosperity here. "Four-six-zero"

Ni Yongyao scanned the surroundings: "Not long from now, this will all be our territory; when you look at it then, you will feel the scenery is even more beautiful."

"You should enjoy yourself when you can, and relax when you can; there is no need to keep your nerves stretched tight. Wu Lin, when you are not practicing, you can go out and see more."

Wu Lin is equivalent to an ascetic monk; he has never been exposed to such a wealthy life since he was a child. Since he is already his own person, Ni Yongyao hopes more that he will enjoy himself a bit.

Wu Lin nodded seriously and said: "Mr. Ni, if there is an opportunity, I will go out and see more."

"And working by your side, there are also many opportunities to broaden my horizons."

Ni Yongyao smiled slightly; changing Wu Lin in a short time is not a simple matter, so he let nature take its course.

Ni Yongyao looked at the Patek Philippe on his wrist and knew the time was about right: "I am going to meet a guest; you don't need to pick me up tonight."

Upon hearing this, Wu Lin paused slightly: "Then Mr. Ni, what about your safety?"

Ni Yongyao laughed, then suddenly threw a punch toward Wu Lin.

Immediately, Wu Lin's eyes were full of shock, then he immediately reacted and blocked Ni Yongyao's attack, but soon a huge force came from his arm, and he couldn't help but retreat several steps.

At this moment, Wu Lin's arm was sore and even somewhat numb; one could imagine the power of this punch, which made him think of the ferocity of the Power King:

"Wu Lin, in all of Macau, no one can hurt me. If you are truly worried, you can also open a guest room and wait for me here."

However, Ni Yongyao had held back just now; otherwise, Wu Lin probably wouldn't have been able to take that punch.

Wu Lin couldn't help but laugh or cry: "It seems Mr. Ni's combat skills are much better than mine; I have another goal to move toward."

Wu Lin's gaze was firm; what he pursues is a higher realm of martial arts. It seems he still has a lot of room for improvement.

After Ni Yongyao gave a few instructions, he arrived at the twentieth floor of the hotel; most of the people here are nobles and leaders from various countries.

The entire floor actually does not have many room numbers.

Soon, Ni Yongyao arrived at the door of the room and knocked on the door.

After the door opened, it was Sophia from the banquet just now; her face carried a trace of surprise:

"Mr. Ni, please come this way; I have already prepared dinner."

"Just now at the banquet, Mr. Ni probably didn't have much appetite."

After speaking, Sophia led Ni Yongyao into the room; there was no sense of strangeness between the two, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

Sophia's attitude was also not the cold arrogance she displayed at the banquet; her face carried a flush, and Ni Yongyao also smelled the alcohol on her.

However, Ni Yongyao was not in a hurry; he arrived at the dinner table, where carefully prepared Western-style food was laid out.

Every move of Sophia was full of the elegance of Western nobility, giving people a feeling of being high and mighty; no one would ignore her temperament.

Added to her perfect and proud figure, her exquisite facial features like a doll, and her swan-like neck on display, it was enough to make many men fall under her pomegranate skirt.

"Mr. Ni, please."

Ni Yongyao nodded slightly and sat in his seat; from here, one could also have a panoramic view of the Macau night scene.

At this moment, Sophia got up and came to Ni Yongyao's side, lowering her body to pour him wine.

That flash of snow-white was directly displayed in front of Ni Yongyao; the aroma of wine and perfume mixed together, constantly stimulating his hormones.

Ni Yongyao did not move; he didn't know what Sophia meant. If she wanted to play a honey trap, he would kill Sophia, who was detrimental to him, at the first opportunity.

Although it is said that one would die under a peony tree and still be a romantic ghost, Ni Yongyao cherishes his own life more.

After Sophia finished pouring the wine, she looked at Ni Yongyao's handsome appearance and couldn't help but reveal an infatuated look, then raised her wine glass:

"Cheers to freedom."

"Cheers."

Ni Yongyao saw Sophia drink it down before he took a small sip of the red wine; although he didn't mind playing along, he didn't know Sophia's purpose now.

"Miss Sophia, you also saw at the banquet just now that I had a conflict with the Viceroy Amaral; you, as his wife, inviting me to a midnight tryst, I'm afraid it's not very appropriate."

Ni Yongyao directly brought the matter into the open to see what medicine Sophia was selling in her gourd.

When Sophia heard the name Amaral, her expression suddenly turned cold: "Mr. Ni, we are just a marriage between two major families; there was no love between him and me before."

"And he just treats me as an exhibition piece worth showing off to the outside world; besides, I'm afraid he likes men more than women."

Instantly, Ni Yongyao's expression almost couldn't hold up; he had long heard that the foreigners played wildly, but he didn't expect Amaral to actually like men.

With his status as Viceroy, what kind of woman couldn't he find?

"You are not joking?"

Ni Yongyao only felt a sense of vulgarity, and his stomach was churning; he truly could not accept it physiologically.

Sophia drank the red wine in one gulp and poured herself another glass: "That's right, Mr. Ni; actually, as his wife, I also played a cover-up role."

"The reason he likes men is because he lost his function below long ago, and his heart became perverted and twisted; the most intimate contact between the two of us was just holding hands."

"We both loathe each other."

Sophia felt like a bird in a cage, unable to escape Amaral's shackles; even knowing he was such a disgusting man, she still had to display an elegant appearance that conformed to etiquette in front of outsiders.