Before falling asleep, Wen Zhong tried to use the ghost pupil's supernatural power to counterbalance the burnt black ghost shadow's supernatural power. He didn't know whether he could succeed, but at least he had to give it a try.
Now it seems that he has recovered very successfully. After all, the supernatural power of the burnt black ghost shadow is just a fragment, and it is still not enough to see the ghost eyes.
But when he woke up and looked at the safe house that was half blown up, he felt like he was on a roller coaster, going up and down for a long time and couldn't calm down.
"Who can tell me what happened here?" Wen Zhong asked in a hoarse voice: "How come I just slept and this safe house was blown up?"
A group of people in the living room looked at each other, and finally Huang Keshang walked out holding Huang Gongming's ears.
"Mr. Wen, I'm really sorry. It was Huang Gongming who was conducting some scientific experiment, and the result was that he, he...sigh..." An old father sighed like he hated iron for not being able to turn into steel.
"Another new invention?" Wen Zhongpi said with a smile: "Old Huang, what did you invent this time? It can actually blow up a safe house built with gold materials."
It's strange to say that the explosion only affected the safe house, and the people living in it were unscathed. On the contrary, Dr. Wang, who lived next door, was unlucky.
He was eating breakfast at the time, and was so frightened by the sudden explosion that he almost swallowed his chopsticks.
When Huang Gongming, who was pretending to be fainted, heard that Wen Zhong didn't seem to blame himself, he immediately arched his body and cried: "Lao Wen, you really blamed me wrongly this time. This is all Ochiai's trick!"
Wen Zhong's eyes moved to Ochiai again, and the other person's expression was indifferent, with a completely clear conscience.
And when he saw Wen Zhong turning his gaze, he didn't shy away from anything, and just looked directly at Wen Zhong.
"Professor Ochiai, long time no see. I thought you had already left." The two were looking at each other when Wen Zhong suddenly asked.
Ochiai said: "Well, I still have some work to do here. I won't leave until the action report is issued. I think you won't mind."
"You actually think I won't mind?"
Wen Zhongpi said with a smile: "The job you mentioned shouldn't include blowing up my safe house. What did you teach Huang Gongming? Do you want to express your dissatisfaction with me by teaching him?"
Ochiai stopped talking. On the other hand, Huang Gongming was scratching his head in embarrassment at this moment. This made Huang Keshang's face full of helplessness. He even began to wonder if there was something wrong with the education he arranged for Huang Gongming.
Suddenly, outside the door, no, the door had been blown away now. Wen Zhong heard the sound of brakes on the roadside, and then he saw several brand-new business cars parked on the roadside.
"Here we are, Master."
Suddenly, an old man wearing a classic suit came out of nowhere and walked slowly to the side of one of the business cars. As the car door opened, he saw an old man wearing a long coat who looked like a man from the Republic of China. The man who taught the teacher got out of the car.
"Mr. Huang, could this be the Golden Pavilion where Brother Wen lives? Haha, it has a different feel." The young man looked at the shabby safe house that had been bombed and was full of praise.
"Young Master has good taste, but thank you for your hard work, Miss. Living in a place like this, you will inevitably be exposed to wind and sun," the old man said.
Behind them were seven or eight uniformed bodyguards, guarding the young and old in the middle.
"Chinese and Western combination, which song is this?" Huang Gongming was dumbfounded when he saw this scene.
What kind of weird combination is this?
This young man definitely has the style of the Republic of China, but the old man serving next to him walks in a Western style. Looking at the sturdy men around him, Huang Gongming instantly felt the strong Syrian style.
Xiao Xiaoye, who had been hiding behind Du Baige, poked his head out at this moment. When he saw the young man dressed as a teacher, his timid eyes revealed a hint of surprise.
"Dad!" Xiao Xiaoye waved to the man.
"Oh my, Xiao Xiaoye, I really miss my dad to death. How are you doing here?" The young man's eyes lit up when he saw Xiao Xiaoye, and the expression on his face softened.
Just when he was about to walk into the safe house to hug Xiao Xiaoye, Wen Zhong suddenly stepped forward and stopped him.
"Are you the third generation of the Ye family?"
"I'm sorry, Xiaosheng Bucai is the third generation head of the Ye family, Ye Zhengyong." Ye Zhengyong said with a smile.
Wen Zhong said: "Are you here to take Xiao Xiaoye home? You came here in such a hurry not long after the supernatural incident ended. I'm afraid you are not just here to pick up the child."
He still remembered that Yan Wenhua once said that unidentified foreign forces had sneaked into Da'an City and the surrounding cities of Da'an City. The three generations of the Ye family in front of him were indeed suspicious, so he had to be more careful.
"Of course." Ye Zhengyong said with a smile: "Of course picking up Xiao Xiaoye is the top priority, but meeting you is also the purpose of my coming here this time."
"Well, you really should personally escort the ten tons of gold." Wen Zhong nodded and said.
As soon as these words came out, the smile on Ye Zhengyong's face froze for an instant, and he quickly took a step back. Then he stiffly turned his head to Huangshan and asked: "Mr. Huang, what did Brother Wen say? Please You come and translate for me.”
"Master, have you forgotten that Master Zhenghong once asked Master Wen Zhong to protect Miss Xiaoye in exchange for ten tons of gold?" Huang Shan, dressed as a butler, immediately stepped forward and said.
"Yes, yes, there is such a thing." Ye Zhengyong forced a smile, and then he took out a special phone with a pale face, and walked aside not knowing who he was contacting.
Seeing this scene, Wen Zhong couldn't help but frowned. After all, Ye Zhengyong was like the patriarch of a big family, but looking at his behavior, he felt a little clumsy.
As if seeing Wen Zhong's doubts, Huang Shan stepped forward and whispered: "Master Wen Zhong, don't be offended. My young master has this temper. His face changes when talking about money. However, what we, Ye, say are like water being poured out. I won’t go back on my word.”
Wen Zhong nodded, he was not afraid of the other party's tricks at all.
A moment later, Ye Zhengyong came over with an ugly face. Seeing Xiao Xiaoye looking at him worriedly, he could only force out an ugly smile.
"Brother Wen is laughing at me. I can't change my bad habits over the years. I've already ordered someone to drive the things over. They will be delivered within half an hour."
Wen Zhong said: "Everyone has their own little hobbies, I understand, but can you not call me bra, it sounds very perverted, just call me by my name."
