The car rushed forward, crossed the streets with traffic congestion, passed the bustling crowds of people, and left the densely packed high-rise buildings in the distance behind. An hour later, he had arrived at a quiet and peaceful place on the outskirts of the city.

Here are beautiful mountains and rivers, clear lakes and green willows, and the scenery is beautiful. On the shore of an artificial lake, the car stopped. In the distance, there is a huge private house covering an area of ​​one hectare. The fruit trees in the private house are forested with red flowers and green willows, and countless unknown fruits are hanging brightly on the branches, which is very popular.

This is the private home of Wang Haiquan, the highest controller of the country's dark order and the president of the General Alliance.

The old man's life was a legendary life. He founded the National League at the age of 37. Until now, he has gone through more than fifty years of storms and storms. The League is almost the same age as the Republic. His experience is enough to write a book that is so heavy that it is unmovable.

Now, the old man was sitting on the bank of Green Willow Lake, sitting alone in a wheelchair, covered with a blanket on his legs, staring at a group of egrets that sometimes fly and sometimes fall on the lake for a long time, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Brother, Xiao Chenzi is here." Yu Zhanyuan quietly walked behind Wang Haiquan, held the handle of his wheelchair and whispered.

"Well, let him come over." Wang Haiquan nodded, and Yu Zhanyuan quickly waved to Liang Chen in the distance. Liang Chen walked over a few steps, arrived in front of Wang Haiquan, and bowed, "Hello, President."

Liang Chen sincerely greeted this old man who created a miracle that most people can only look forward to in their lives.

"Don't be so restrained." Wang Haiquan smiled gently and raised his hand.

Liang Chen raised his head, half bowed and stood in front of Wang Hai, and looked at the old man carefully. His face was clear and his eyes were still very young, and he did not look like a ninety-year-old. Especially the eyes were as deep as the sea, which condensed nearly a century of vicissitudes and experiences. When Liang Chen faced these eyes, he had a brief loss of consciousness, as if he was facing a hundred years of historical scroll - a scroll of wind and rain.

"You are still alive, it's great." Wang Haiquan said with a smile, looking very relieved.

"Thank you for your concern, Xiao Chenzi is frightened." Liang Chen said quickly. Although Yu Zhanyuan was by his side and Wang Haiquan said just now that he didn't have to be restrained, he still couldn't help but feel nervous, just like the kind of mentality he had when he first met General Qiu.

Perhaps they have different identities and positions, but the temperament of looking down on the world that occasionally reveals is exactly the same.

"Why are you here to see me?" Wang Haiquan stared at the young man quietly, and said nothing for a long time. Just as Liang Chen's heartbeats faster and he couldn't help but sweat in his palm, he asked indifferently.

He did not ask about Liang Chen too much, but went straight to the point, not even passing by. This kind of questioning method, like a flash attack by airborne troops, caught Liang Chen off guard.

"I want to report some things to President Wang." Liang Chen said carefully. He knew clearly what kind of person he was in front of him, who was a person who was used to bloody storms and decisive killing. If he was not careful, he would probably die without a burial place. He is walking on a tightrope now, betting on the toughness of the tightrope and his luck. Wang Haiquan's unknown attitude is the toughness of the tightrope.

This is still a big gamble, but he bet even bigger.

"Is it something about several vice presidents?" Wang Haiquan smiled slightly and asked faintly.

"Boom", Liang Chen's mind rolled past, and at this moment he felt like he was completely seen through by Wang Haiquan. He raised his head a little confused and looked at Yu Zhanyuan, but saw that Yu Zhanyuan's eyes also had a hint of shock, confusion and at a loss. This showed that this was definitely not what he told President Wang in advance.

Seeing Liang Chen looking at him, Yu Zhanyuan woke up from the shock, shook his head gently, indicating that he had never told the president. Besides, he knew Liang Chen’s plan.

"What? Are you a little surprised?" Wang Haiquan looked at Liang Chen, his face was empty, just like an ancient well that had not moved for thousands of years. The water surface was always as persistent as dust-stained, without any slight ripples, which made Liang Chen unable to see through his heart at all.

"I..." Liang Chen was a little confused by this sudden question, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

"Brother, Xiao Chenzi..." Yu Zhanyuan was about to open his mouth to temporarily relieve Liang Chen, but was interrupted by Wang Haiquan gently raising his hand, "Liang Chen, answer my first question."

Liang Chen looked up at Yu Zhanyuan, but he couldn't get any answer. He gritted his teeth, took the initiative, and nodded heavily, "Yes, several vice presidents."

"Well, if nothing unexpected happens, you are here to complain, right?" Wang Haiquan nodded and smiled faintly.

"Yes." Liang Chen could only grit his teeth and continue to answer.

"If I'm right, your main purpose is to go to the top, clear the periphery, and then fight back to Jiangcheng, clear all enemies, and completely control the dark order of Jiangcheng?" Wang Haiquan smiled and continued. However, it was like a tight sentence. Yu Zhanyuan behind him was in a blue and white face, and his hands holding President Wang's wheelchair handle had already begun to tremble.

"Yes." Liang Chen was already sweating profusely at this moment, and sweat beads on his forehead were rolling down. Is this old man a god? He could see through his deep thoughts at a glance?

"Then, you still want to get to power, either by you, or by others, step by step, and finally achieve the goal of controlling the league?" Wang Haiquan's last sentence made Yu Zhanyuan's face suddenly change, and the sweat on Liang Chen's forehead was flowing faster and faster, like a stream, flowing down constantly.

"My younger generation, I dare not, nor have I dared to have such ambition." Liang Chen's Adam's apple surged violently. After a while, he took a deep breath and replied.

"A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. Liang Chen, if you really don't have such ambition, I'd be disappointed." Wang Haiquan shook his head, still smiling, his eyes were still so soft, which made Liang Chen really unable to guess what the old man was thinking now, and he didn't know how to answer him.
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