That night, Chen Yuan followed the old John's family to attend a sumptuous dinner.

The women in the family were extremely curious about this mysterious oriental person. What surprised them even more was that Old John, who is serious on weekdays, was actually very kind to this young man. Not many people had seen Old John in this way in the entire manor.

While drinking, Chen Yuan suddenly asked, "Old John, I heard that your hometown is in Venice?"

Before Old John answered, Kono answered enthusiastically: "Yes, Mr. Chen, our hometown is Murano, Venice. I wonder if Mr. Chen has been there?"

Hearing this, everyone glanced at Chen Yuan faintly, and the latter nodded with a smile.

"City of Glass, the classical architectural style is impressive and can be compared with Burano."

Kono's eyes lit up: "Mr. Chen has been to Venice?"

"Well, it's been a long time ago, it's like a dream, it's so beautiful."

Chen Yuan sighed sincerely that he did not lie about this sentence. In that illusion, not only the city is beautiful, but also the people are beautiful.

"Hahaha! Mr. Chen is so lucky..."

Listening to Chen Yuan’s conversation with others, a deep strangeness emerged in Sean’s heart, who was silent.

Chen Yuan has learned about it. The other party’s apparent identity is just a sophomore with an ordinary family background. He was even more poor before the college entrance examination. Where did he get the time and money to go to Venice?

But Chen Yuan doesn't look like he is lying at all.

Is there any information wrong?

At this moment, Chen Yuan suddenly looked at him deeply without any trace, which shocked Sean to sweat.

"Shawn, what's wrong with you?"

Upon hearing this, Sean turned to look at his father who had never met in many ways. After thinking about Chen Yuan's eyes just now, he swallowed.

"No, it's okay, I guess I'm not adapting to the local environment."

Everyone on the table was stunned and smiled.

After a moment, the topic will start again.

"Mr. Chen, don't you know what arrangements you have tomorrow?"

Old John asked with a smile, taking a sip of the red wine in his glass.

"I haven't decided yet, but since I talk about Venice, I suddenly had the idea of ​​revisiting the old place."

Old John's eyes lit up, and he immediately smiled and said, "Oh? Is Mr. Chen going to Venice tomorrow? Such a coincidence, my daughter Christine is going back to her hometown, why not together?"

After the words came to an end, a blond girl sitting on Chen Yuan's left turned her head and looked at Chen Yuan.

She has all the characteristics that white people should have, but it is just right. Her big eyes think of a pool of water, a standard Western beauty.

Chen Yuan was suddenly stunned and suddenly cursed the old fox in his heart.

Old John wanted to put an eye beside him, and the reason was very appropriate, and Chen Yuan was not even easy to find excuses to refuse.

Just as he was thinking, Sean suddenly interrupted, "Father, I also want to go back to my hometown and get some things."

Old John glanced at his eldest son lightly, then smiled.

"OK."

...

There was nothing to say all night. After breakfast the next day, Chen Yuan, Sean and Christine set out. As for the discussion that was originally scheduled to start today, Chen Yuan didn't even think about it.

On the way, maybe he was not familiar with Chen Yuan and Sean, and Christine seemed very reserved, but his big eyes were secretly aiming at Chen Yuan, an oriental man, from time to time, full of curiosity.

Chen Yuan and Sean started to talk softly. They used Chinese and were not worried that Christine and the driver who were sitting in the co-pilot understood.

"Executive Chen, what do you think now? Is this what the above meaning?"

Chen Yuan turned his head and no longer looked at the scenery outside the window.

“Is there any difference?”

Hearing this, Sean's heart skipped a beat.

It turns out that these are Chen Yuan’s own ideas and have nothing to do with the senior executives of the “Big Four”.

Frowning, he continued: "Specialist, we have a task this time, and it is of great importance. Even the safety of the entire China is in your hands. It is best not to cause trouble."

"Is there something wrong with the festival?" Chen Yuan murmured, then looked at Sean, his eyes calm like water. "Shawn, there is a reason why I did this, but it is not convenient to tell you for the time being. But I am very curious, as a member of the Beimeng League, why are you so concerned about China?"

Although Sean was smart, he was still a little immature. He did not realize that this was Chen Yuan's way of changing the topic. He was just stunned, and then his eyes became slightly dimmed.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan immediately realized that he had stepped on someone else's sensitive area, and immediately said with apologies: "Sorry, I'm abrupt, pretend I didn't ask."

Sean shook his head and said with a forced smile: "It's okay, it's actually not a big deal..."

Then Sean began his own story. He was an ordinary child born in Murano, his hometown in Venice. He only realized when he was six years old that he was not born to his father. The reason he knew was that his adoptive father was beaten to death by his biological father, John Old.

Without using spiritual power, just a cold muzzle, the adoptive father's body fell beside his bed, his eyes widened, and a transparent blood hole on his forehead.

From that moment on, Sean grew up, and he was very calm about coming to a new family with his mother and never felt any discomfort in Old John until he suddenly brought a new woman home.

That day, he stole Old John's antique pistol and some money, as well as his and his mother's ID, and after buying a plane ticket to China, he secretly came to his father's bed that night. Looking at Old John and another woman's naked body, his little hands raised the pistol with steadily.

But in the end, he still did not shoot. The woman who loved him the most, his mother pulled him back on the edge of the cliff, and then the two rushed to China overnight and went to Shawn's mother's home.

This time he left for sixteen years, and Old John never knew that he had walked through the gates of hell.

After listening to the story, Chen Yuan was silent for a moment and finally spoke quietly.

"It's a pity that you don't write novels."

Sean:?

As if immersed in memories, Sean didn't say anything else. Chen Yuan was happy and looked at the scenery passing by outside the car window, thinking quietly.

He instigated the Luches family not only to use this as a breakthrough to tear open the defense lines of all the mafia clubs in the Northern League, but also had a very important reason.

Yesterday, when he was saying that to Gatreau, he caught a tattoo on the other party's neck, with three pairs of black wings connected to a sheep's head that looked like an inverted pentagram.

"STS", Satan's Wings.

Chen Yuan was almost forgetting this notorious international terrorist organization, but he didn't expect to see it here.

He now has enough reason to suspect that this international terrorist organization has infiltrated the PM League, and according to the past, they have definitely noticed themselves

The arrival.

So, what will happen next?

Chen Yuan thought it was obvious with his toes that when he learned that he, who blocked them outside the country in China, would definitely want to get rid of it quickly. Maybe this killer would be following him from afar.

With the Luches family as a helper, Chen Yuan could save a lot of trouble, but he could not say the specific reason, because he didn't know if there were people in the Luches family in "STS".

...

After a long time, the car finally stopped, Chen Yuan got out of the car, and looked at the city that once appeared in the illusion, and a sense of familiarity and strangeness came together.

He turned around and smiled at Sean, "Okay, I'll take a walk by myself. Just call me when you want to go back."

In addition to asking Chen Yuan some things, Sean was indeed going back to his hometown that he and his mother had not taken away by then, so he nodded.

"Teacher Chen, you... have a lot of fun."

He originally wanted to pay attention to safety, but after thinking of Chen Yuan's strength, he changed his words.

After talking, Sean rolled up the window and the black car slowly continued to drive forward.

Chen Yuan turned his head, looked at the buildings on both sides of the road, and smiled slowly.

"So, where to start?"

As soon as he finished murmuring, Chen Yuan heard a voice calling him from afar. Looking back, the car stopped again. Christine, with big watery eyes, walked down from it and walked towards Chen Yuan quickly.

When he approached, Christine opened her eyes wide and asked, "Mr. Chen, I want to stroll with you, okay?"

Chen Yuan scratched his head, looked at the car that had already driven away, sighed in his heart, and then smiled.

"Okay, honor is so great."

"Hehe!" Christine smiled proudly, and before Chen Yuan could react, he grabbed his arm, "Where is Mr. Chen from China?"

Apart from Ning Xi, Chen Yuan had never been so close to other opposite sex. Even Li Yuanyue had just had a misunderstanding, and a hint of strangeness immediately surged in her heart.

But seeing Christine's indifferent look, she didn't push her away in the end.

"Am I?"

"Um."

"Have you heard of Linjiang Base City? I was born there."

"Is that city beautiful? I heard that every base city in China is large and very prosperous. Can you describe it in detail to me?"

...

The two slowly started talking, and Chen Yuan slowly realized that the daughter of Old John is a chatterbox and curious baby. Basically, every word Chen Yuan said, Christine would have countless questions waiting for him, and the topic would never end.

But this did not arouse Chen Yuan's disgust, because the girl was very tactful. Not only did she not ask for something that she shouldn't have asked, she also did not show a very eager look to urge Chen Yuan.

As he was talking, Chen Yuan suddenly stopped, his eyes staring at a small manor across the street with an inexplicable divine light. In the depths of the manor was a white villa.

There are not many buildings around the manor and there are no pedestrians around it, as if nothing wants to disturb the manor.

After discovering Chen Yuan's abnormality, Christine asked in confusion: "Does Mr. Chen like this manor? If you want it, our family can help you get in touch with it, and the price will be much more discounted."

Chen Yuan smiled, shook his head and walked forward again, his eyes no longer stayed.

"No, it's enough to keep something in memory."
Chapter completed!