Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

"The holy light cup itself is not worth 100 million yuan, but as far as I know, you want to use it to exchange for the invitation letter of the Heavenly Dragon Feast. To put it bluntly, the 100 million yuan is used to exchange the invitation letter."

"Oh, it seems that you know a lot." He Junlin smiled lightly, and lazily adjusted his posture.

"It's okay." The man smiled modestly.

"Since you also know that the Holy Light Cup can be exchanged for the invitation letter of the Heavenly Dragon Feast, you never thought of using it yourself?" He Junlin asked casually.

The man shook his head frankly, "No, I'm just a small person. Even if I get the invitation letter, it's useless. Instead, it falls into Mr. He's hands, which is more valuable."

He Junlin rested his chin on one hand, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked lazy and harmless, but when his gaze swept over him, the man's scalp became numb, thinking that he must have shown his feet, right?
Fortunately, He Junlin seemed to accept his words, and changed his tone, "What is your relationship with Yang Zhuoying? Since you don't want to exchange the Holy Light Cup for an invitation letter, why are you willing to buy it for 50?"

The man was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't expected such a question, he was stunned for a while, but he reacted very quickly, and immediately replied:

"Actually, I don't know Ms. Yang very well. I'm Zhou Zhiqiao's friend. She knows that I like to collect antiques. It just so happened that Ms. Yang wanted to get rid of this Holy Light Cup, so I went through it and bought it."

"So that's it." He Junlin tapped the armrest of the chair with his slender fingers, thought for a while and said, "Okay, 100 million deals."

Seeing this, Yang Zhuoying turned her head and smiled and asked: "This person's acting skills are good and his reaction is quick, where did you find it?"

Zhou Zhiqiao smiled proudly: "He is my new artist named Zhong Zhentao. Although he is still unknown, given time, he will definitely become popular."

"Huh? Who's here?"

While the two were talking, He Junlin and the two of them interrupted their conversation. They looked towards the door together, and someone rang the doorbell.

"Who?" As the owner of the room, Zhong Zhentao asked.

"Mr. He, are you in there? Ms. Yang Zhuoying asked me to come and find you."

Hearing this, He Junlin was stunned for a moment, stood up and went to open the door.

"What's going on, when will you ask the waiter to find him?" Zhou Zhiqiao asked curiously.

Yang Zhuoying reacted suddenly, jumped up and rushed towards the door, "Something happened!"

Zhou Zhiqiao was stunned for a moment, only to see the TV screen, He Junlin opened the door, and two big men wearing masks rushed in from the door, they rushed to the coffee table, and snatched the Holy Light Cup placed on it.

"Who are you, put your things down!" Zhong Zhentao came back to his senses, and immediately blocked the way of the big man, preventing them from taking the holy light cup away.

Although he was thin, he had strong explosive power, and he practiced martial arts with his master on weekdays, so the two big guys were stopped by him for a while.

If only Zhong Zhentao was in the room, those two big men might not be able to snatch the Holy Light Cup, but unfortunately he still has a pig player, He Junlin.

I didn't expect to meet a tough guy, and the two robbers reacted quickly, one stopped him, the other held He Junlin hostage,
"Stop! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Seeing a sharp dagger resting on He Junlin's neck, Zhong Zhentao paused, his clenched fist was only an inch away from the other robber's nose, struggling between beating and not beating.

He He Junlin, who was held hostage with a dagger, still looked calm, and ordered Zhong Zhentao: "Let them go."

Zhong Zhentao gritted his teeth and withdrew his fist. He stopped, but the robber took the opportunity to punch him and knocked him to the ground. Then he and another robber dragged He Junlin out of the room.

Watching He Junlin and the Holy Light Cup being taken away, Zhong Zhentao was impatient, but when he saw Yang Zhuoying hiding at the door, a pleasant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Outside the door, Yang Zhuoying was holding a fire extinguisher in his hand. When the big man holding the Holy Light Cup exited the door, the fire extinguisher hit him hard on the back of the head. The man felt pain and let go of the dagger.

With a sound of 'jingle', the dagger fell to the ground, and He Junlin took the opportunity to hit the big man's chest with his elbow, breaking free from his restraint.

Zhong Zhentao rushed over immediately, swept the big man with his right leg, and kicked the big man to the ground. Seeing that he was still about to get up, Zhou Zhiqiao, who came late, lifted the vase he took out from the room, and smashed it on his head heavily. He passed out.

The other robber saw that his companion was knocked down by him and the others, but he didn't dare to rescue him, so he ran away.

"Stop, don't run!" Yang Zhuoying was about to catch up, when a shout came from behind.

"Don't chase, let him go!"

How could Yang Zhuoying listen, the Holy Light Cup is still in that person's hands, how could he run away?
Seeing that she didn't listen, He Junlin grabbed her waist and prevented her from chasing her.

Yang Zhuoying's whole body was embraced into her arms, and she froze for a moment, with a familiar smell lingering in her nose, realizing who was hugging her, she frowned, struggled a few times to no avail, the robber had already held the Holy Light Bei escaped into the elevator and disappeared without a trace.

"Why let that person go?" She turned her head, eyes full of anger.

Facing her question, He Junlin's eyes were calm, and his lips as gorgeous as petals were slightly raised, "Why are you here?"

Swept by his sharp gaze, Zhou Zhiqiao's scalp tingled for a while, and she just wanted to dig a hole in the ground to get in, so she didn't have to answer this question.

Yang Zhuoying also calmed down, met He Junlin's deep eyes, and suddenly understood in her heart.

He knew everything a long time ago, he knew that Zhong Zhentao and her were in the same group, and he knew that she was behind the whole plan.

An inexplicable anger welled up, and she fixed her eyes on him, "You arranged those two people?"

Meeting her angry eyes, He Junlin smiled lightly, "No, I don't have a habit of letting people point daggers at me."

"Then why did you let that person go?" Thinking of the consequences of the Holy Light Cup being robbed, Yang Zhuoying was very anxious, not knowing how to explain to Su Zishi afterwards.

"Don't worry, he can't run away." He Junlin's tone was light, but he had a convincing momentum.

The escaped robber rushed out of the hotel with the Holy Light Cup, jumped into the car parked on the side of the road, threw the Holy Light Cup on the front of the car, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the car away from the hotel.

Reaching out his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, recalling the scene just now, he still has lingering fears, and he almost couldn't run away.

It wasn't that he had no loyalty and left his companions to run away alone, but that if he didn't run away at that time, there was not even a trace of life.

His eyes fell on the holy light cup on the front of the car, and it was the only chance to save his companion.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and he took out the phone, it was her calling!
"How are things going?"

"Things have arrived."

"here you go."

"The things are in my hands now, how can I give them to you?"

"Come over to Dongfang Hotel, I have prepared the check."