I put the phone in front of Tong Ruoqing: "There's something wrong. Zhang Qi thought I wouldn't cause such a big battle, but the Nightmare Guard is her subordinate. If she didn't mobilize them, what would be the situation now?"
"No matter what the situation is, just go and take a look and you will know."
Tong Ruoqing reached out and locked the screen: "Are you afraid?"
"Of course I'm not afraid."
"That's fine. It doesn't matter who mobilized it. The worst is a fight."
It's different to say that people have strength. Tong Ruoqing was confident when she spoke.
Crossing a road, Charles walked up to a pure white Maserati: "Mr. Gu, please."
"Ah, please please."
I didn’t know if this guy knew it, so we didn’t say anything after we got in the car, and we just made eye contact.
In fact, we didn't communicate much. She just looked at me affectionately and stuck out her tongue at me from time to time. This meant there was someone next to her, or I wanted to pounce on her and bite her tongue off.
But in this situation, you can only touch your thighs and do some small movements. After all, you may have to do something later, so don't go too far.
But Charles spoke first on the way: "Where is Mr. Gu from?"
"Eastern side."
"Where on the east side?"
"It's on the east side."
Seeing that I didn't want to answer, he started to change the subject: "Just the two of you?"
"I still have a few friends, but they are busy with something and don't have time to talk to us."
I stared at the rearview mirror: "Excuse me, how long until we arrive."
"Very soon, about a quarter of an hour, as long as there is no traffic jam."
The expression on his face did not fluctuate, and he still had the kind of smile that always felt a bit fake even though he looked at the gentleman: "I heard that the Eastern Orthodox Church seems to have had some conflicts with the Western European Vatican in recent times. Mr. Gu knows this
Something?"
"I don't know. I'm a Taoist priest and I don't know much about the Holy See."
I stared at the rearview mirror and asked him: "How do you know and why are you asking me this?"
"The Holy See is our mortal enemy, so of course we must always monitor their movements."
The expression on his face was quite natural: "I want to remind Mr. Gu not to act too high-profile in Western Europe. The current situation is unstable and the Western Holy See is very sensitive. If we attract their attention, we will cause unnecessary trouble."
"I know, thanks for reminding me."
I responded vaguely and stopped talking.
It was completely dark. The car drove on the road for about ten minutes and stopped in front of an exquisite villa.
Charlie turned off the engine: "This is my home. Mr. Gu, please come in. I will call Zhang Qi later and ask her when she will be back."
"Oh, your house is very beautiful."
I got out of the car and exclaimed in a pretentious manner: "How much does this house cost?"
"It was very cheap when I bought it, but the value has appreciated in the past two years, about 3 million euros."
"Three million euros is still cheap? Mr. Charles really has a big business."
I clicked my tongue twice: "I would like to ask, what do you do?"
"Shareholders of a company."
"What company?"
"Do international trade."
He didn't seem to want to get entangled in this topic, so he stretched out his hand and said, "Please come in."
I didn’t ask any more questions. I followed him inside and sent a message to Tong Ruoqing: “Is the Russell family you are talking about engaged in international trade?”
"I don't know. Their family has been hiding behind the scenes in recent years and has little visibility. I don't know exactly what they do."
After speaking, she frowned slightly: "But there is a faint demonic aura in this house, especially on the second floor. There seems to be a very powerful demonic cultivator. It seems that this place is really a trap."
"Not sure, maybe that powerful demon cultivator is Zhang Qi."
Without thinking, I stepped into the door of Charles' house and said, "If there's going to be a fight later, you have to protect me."
"Okay, as long as you don't mind."
The state of being with Tong Ruoqing is indeed different. Even though I know there is danger here, I don't feel nervous at all. Instead, it's like I'm on a date.
This villa is also a good place for a date. The decoration is very warm pink and white, with soft carpets and warm yellow chandeliers. Sitting on the big sofa makes people feel a little drowsy.
Charles asked his female companion to go to work in the kitchen, and he sat across from me and Tong Ruoqing: "My girlfriend is Italian, and what she prepared for us tonight is also a traditional Italian meal. I hope you like it."
I felt a little bit offended when he treated me like this.
You have to say that he has no ill intentions, this guy always gives people the impression that he is not a good person.
But if you want to say that he has malicious intentions, his enthusiasm doesn't seem to be fake.
I was a bit confused as to whether he was an enemy or a friendly force, so I responded politely and perfunctorily: "Actually, there's no need to bother. It's our first time meeting. I feel sorry for you to tease me like this."
"It doesn't matter, I said before, Zhang Qi's friends are my friends."
He took out a cigar from the drawer under the coffee table and handed it to me: "I wonder if Mr. Gu has other things to do when he comes to Europe this time besides looking for Zhang Qi? My girlfriend is Italian and I have been living here for a few years.
I’m half a local, so I can help if you need anything.”
“Does traveling count?”
"Of course, if necessary, I can be your guide."
He slowly lit the cigar in his hand, took a deep breath, and then leaned on the sofa: "However, the premise is that you are really Zhang Qi's friends, not her enemies."
This sentence sounded a little strange to me: "Are you doubting my identity?"
"No, I am not doubting your identity, but I am doubting your intentions."
He spoke slowly and spoke every word clearly: "I recently met a new friend. Her name is Mr. Ying. She is also an Oriental. I don't know if Mr. Gu recognizes her."
"Her? Woman? Why would a woman call herself husband?"
I scratched my head subconsciously. I wasn't pretending, I did have some impression of this name.
Moreover, this format is somewhat similar to that of Zhuo Yi, Mr. Wei, and Mr. Wu, who are also from Tianxin Island.
After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't remember it, so I asked Charles: "It sounds familiar, what's wrong with her?"
"She told me that Mr. Gu is not Zhang Qi's friend, but his sworn enemy."
Charles' eyes gradually became sharp: "It seems that Mr. Gu used to be Zhang Qi's lover, but then you abandoned her, and she chose to come to Europe alone.
You came to her this time because you had a conflict in the Russian Far East and you came to seek revenge. Is what I heard correct? If not, please give me a reasonable explanation."