Chapter 1190: Mid-mountain Hotel

Mid-mountain Hotel

This process lasted for fully two to three minutes before Chu Changqing stopped vomiting. His entire person sat blankly on the ground, as if his thoughts had stagnated...

Let alone Chu Changqing who experienced everything personally, even Lu Xun and the others watching from the side felt their scalps turn numb watching it.

"...Director Chen, is it resolved?"

"En." Chen Ling nodded slightly. "All the Ink and Brush in his body has been pulled out by me. The wounds on the epidermis are not large, they should heal after a few days of rest... En?"

Before Chen Ling's voice fell, he saw the blood holes all over Chu Changqing's body begin to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, they had unexpectedly completely healed, without leaving a trace of scars.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling's gaze was incredibly surprised... One must know, even for him and Jian Changsheng's [Blood Raiment], it might not necessarily have such a fast healing speed. Chu Changqing right now was probably only at the level of the Fourth Order, yet he unexpectedly had this kind of recovery ability?

The wounds on the body could heal very quickly, but the mental wounds lingered on. Only after a good while did Chu Changqing recover his senses, slowly standing up from the ground, and speaking with slight exhaustion:

"Huu... Many thanks... to Director Chen."

Seeing him so haggard, Chen Ling directly spoke:

"No need to thank me, you rest first. We'll talk about other matters after you've rested well."

Chu Changqing's wariness towards Chen Ling had already dissipated for the most part. He also didn't force himself to hold on. After nodding slightly, he walked toward the bedroom next door.

It could be seen that he was truly tired. Even though the bedroom only had a bare bed board, not even a mattress or pillow, Chu Changqing still fell asleep as soon as his head hit the bed. In a short while, he sank into dreamland.

"Director Chen, eat something?" Yang Xiao pointed to the food on the table and said.

"I won't eat."

Chen Ling slowly walked to the balcony, and took out a list from his pocket... That was what Sun Bumian got for him, the guest list of everyone participating in the banquet tonight.

If no accidents occurred, the current Ying Fu should have already mobilized. But the problem lay in that with so many names on it, which ones would Ying Fu pick to make a move against...

Under the hazy moonlight, Chen Ling looked at the numerous names on it, falling into deep thought.

...

In the deserted park, a slightly haggard Middle-Aged Man was currently walking through the dim lawn.

"It should be right here..."

He muttered to himself. After looking around, his gaze fell on the stone pavilion not far away.

At this time, an elderly man was currently sitting alone in the pavilion. Under the hazy moonlight, his shadow was mysterious and lonely.

The man immediately stepped forward, walking toward the stone pavilion.

"Mr. Han, looking for me to come so late, is there some matter?"

Chancellor Han slowly turned around. Under the moonlight, his eyes were deep as an abyss... He pointed to the seat in the stone pavilion and said softly:

"Sit down, we'll talk slowly."

Although the man was puzzled, he still obediently sat down. Chancellor Han's qualifications and prestige in Bureau 749 were both very high. Suddenly receiving Chancellor Han's invitation, the man naturally didn't dare to neglect it.

"Li Huang, 33 years old. Ten years ago your fiancée was thrown into prison on suspicion of money laundering, ultimately dying of illness in prison..." Chancellor Han seemed to understand the man's situation very well. His first sentence opening his mouth precisely poked at the man's sore spot.

The man's pupils shrank slightly, and his whole person violently stood up,

"No, she didn't launder money!! She was framed by someone to be a scapegoat... She didn't do anything!!"

"Is that so?" Chancellor Han raised his eyebrows.

"Yes!!" The man seemingly recalled something, his eyes full of pain,

"The person who truly laundered money was powerful and influential locally... Because my fiancée was sixty to seventy percent similar to her, she used her parents as leverage and pulled strings to have her go to prison as a substitute...

Back then I was executing a mission out of town. By the time I received the news, everything was already too late..."

The man's gaze locked onto Chancellor Han, his brows furrowing tightly. His tone was somewhat icy. "Mr. Han... you called me over in the middle of the night just to ask this??"

"No." Chancellor Han shook his head. "Actually, I wanted to introduce a person to you."

"...Who?"

Chancellor Han turned his head to look deep into the dense forest. The man's gaze also followed to look over...

Only to see among the pitch-black woods, a figure slowly walked out. The current Ying Fu had already taken off his black-framed glasses. His sharp eyes under the moonlight exuded an indescribable Oppressive Aura.

For some unknown reason, the instant he saw those eyes, the man's heart shook. Even his own Divine Path seemed to be affected along with it. An inexplicable sense of oppression suppressed onto his body like a mountain.

"You... are who?"

Ying Fu stopped his footsteps in front of the stone pavilion. He slowly raised his palm, pointing toward the space between Li Huang's eyebrows...

A calm voice sounded from beside his ear:

"Follow Us, and overturn the era..."

...

Wushan, mountainside.

On the pitch-black and lightless mountain road, Shen Nan's figure slowly walked out...

He looked at that brightly lit Mid-mountain Hotel not far away, as well as the dozen or so black sedans parked at the hotel entrance, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

"It's already late at night, what is he coming here for?"

Ever since the banquet ended, Shen Nan had been tailing Sun Zhongliang's convoy. He wanted to know what was about to happen in Wushan. Aside from preparing to open his mouth to ask himself, he also wanted to see if he could obtain more information from Sun Zhongliang's whereabouts.

But he hadn't expected that Sun Zhongliang, who was dead drunk at the banquet, not only didn't return to his room to sleep, but instead went up the mountain overnight, arriving at this hotel that looked like it had just completed renovations.

Shen Nan remembered that this should be the venue for tomorrow's meeting... He couldn't possibly be coming over overnight to scout and look at the venue, right?

For the Director of Bureau 749, there was truly no need for this.

Shen Nan pondered for a long time. After taking out that ferocious Nuo Mask from behind and quietly wearing it on his own face, he floated toward the Mid-mountain Hotel like a gust of light breeze...

With Shen Nan's skills, bypassing those Bureau 749 staff members outside and secretly infiltrating the Mid-mountain Hotel was not a difficult matter. He easily arrived in the peripheral corridor, sticking to the edge of the wall to inch inside bit by bit.

Even though it was already late at night, there were still a large number of Bureau 749 staff members inside the Mid-mountain Hotel. Holding various documents, they shuttled about busily, their expressions all incredibly hurried.

Seeing these people, the doubts in Shen Nan's heart became even more dense. He could vaguely guess that Bureau 749 must be secretly preparing something...

He followed a portion of those people, and soon arrived in front of the central elevator lobby. He only saw those staff members walk into the elevator, press a certain button, and the elevator doors slowly closed. However, the screen above the elevator did not display the floor, but instead popped out a line of red "error" prompt.

Shen Nan stood in front of these elevators, deep in thought...

This Mid-mountain Hotel was only four stories high in total, and its age should be quite long. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be equipped with elevators... Could it be newly installed elevators specifically for the meeting?

But the conference room was clearly on the first floor. Everyone also didn't live here, what did they need elevators for?

A brilliant gleam flickered in Shen Nan's eyes. He raised his finger and gently pressed the button to call the elevator...