Chapter Seventy-One Special Guest

  She slowly drank the milk, and in her mind, Mo Xiuyao was thinking rapidly. She believed that Chu Yan's words were true, and she also believed that the distance between her and Chu Yan was getting farther and farther away. She had some regrets, regretting that she didn't understand Chu Yan, or that Chu Yan was a completely uncontrollable bomb in her hands, and this bomb wasn't designed by her own hands, so she didn't know anything about it. Even if she had the chance to learn about its design principles, she would still be unable to do so due to some small unexpected events.

  "Stop! When did I, Mo Xiuyao, become so concerned about a man?! No way! This is absolutely unacceptable!!" After finishing the milk, Mo Xiuyao's face regained its icy queen-like demeanor. She put down the milk cup and said, "Boss, bill please. Chu Yan, let's go take care of business."

  "Chu Ge has already bought it, welcome next time." The boss of the music bar said with a smile, his busy hands still not stopping.

  Chu Yan and Mo Xiuyao left the music bar together, Mo Xiuyao's gaze lingered for a long time in front of the Yashan Golf Club opposite, her eyes which were originally hard to look at directly became even colder, that place must be erased from this commercial building forever!!

  Chu Yan suddenly sensed that Mo Xiuyao's entire demeanor had turned murderous, and following her gaze, the mountainous golf club came into view. In an instant, Chu Yan also understood why Mo Xiuyao had such a look on her face - the memories she had left there were truly unbearable. With Mo Xiuyao's personality, it was likely that this golf club would disappear from the earth just like the Luo Corporation.

  Chu Yan's guess was not wrong at all, Mo Xi Yao had already started to take action. So far, it's not just this golf club that has been affected, but also the financial group behind it, Yamayama Corporation of Japan, whose subsidiaries have suffered varying degrees of commercial sabotage. This club is barely holding on.

  Of course, Chu Yan was unaware of these things and was not good at them. He only knew that the sudden bankruptcy of the Luo Group was Mo Xi Yao's masterpiece. As for the specific operation process, he was completely ignorant. In Chu Yan's mind, doing business was much more difficult than killing people.

  "Come on, don't think about it, it's going to disappear sooner or later anyway?" Chu Yan patted Mo Xiuyao's shoulder lightly and then applied a bit of force, only then did Mo Xiuyao wake up from her boundless anger.

  "What you said is right, it will soon disappear from here." As she spoke, Mo Xiuyao's face was like a layer of frost, her voice cold enough to make people shiver.

  Leaving the business district, the two drove straight to General Zhu's villa area. When Komai arrived at the destination, in front of General Zhu's gate, a commercial vehicle with a blue logo was parked in the visitor parking lot outside the door. Inside the security room at the entrance, two people, a man and a woman, were arguing with the security guard about something.

  As he arrived at the gate, Chu Yan rolled down the window. The security guard on one side quickly walked up and, upon seeing that it was Chu Yan, immediately chose to open the anti-collision bar in front of the door. "Welcome home, please drive slowly." After finishing speaking, the security guard turned around and was about to return to his post when Mo Xi Yao asked from the side, "Those two people are from Wan Jia Decoration Company, right?"

  The security guard looked back at the male and female colleagues who were talking in the security room, nodded and said, "Yes, their clients are here, but without the client's permission, we can't let them in."

  "Oh, let them in, we're their clients, they're here to measure our house and make a design plan, thanks." Mo Xiuyao said, closing the car window, while the security guard picked up the intercom and directly notified his colleagues in the security room to let them pass. However, people can enter, but cars are not allowed.

  Kamailo led the way into the neighborhood and soon arrived at Chuyan's villa, parking the car. Mo Xiuyao and Chuyan got out of the car, then Chuyan opened the door to the villa, while Mo Xiuyao leaned against the side of the yellow Hummer, lost in thought as she waited for the decoration company's people.

  Ten minutes later, a young man and woman appeared in front of the villa door, each carrying a bag. Their name tags indicated their identities: Li Jing: Chief Designer; Wang Han: Design Director. These two people were the absolute ace designers of Wan Jia Decoration Company, with Wang Han being the boss of this decoration company.

  "Miss Mo, shall we get started?" Wang Han walked up to Mo Xiuyao, without any small talk, and directly got down to business. People in the design industry all had unique personalities, Mo Xiuyao nodded her head, she liked this straightforward work attitude.

  Two people entered the house and spent some time measuring the dimensions of the house, which was also the case for Wang Caoni's house next door. After the two designers finished measuring the dimensions, an hour and a half had passed. It wasn't that the two were inefficient, but rather they had been communicating with Chu Yan and Mo Xiuyao about basic design concepts and requirements while measuring the house. Overall, the work efficiency of the two people was absolutely top-notch in the industry.

  Two designers made an appointment with Chu Yan and Mo Xiuyao to review the design plan, then left. Mo Xiuyao stood in front of Chu Yan's car, lost in thought, her mind wandering who-knows-where, until her phone rang in her bag, snapping her out of her daze.

  "What's going on? How long ago? Alright, I know. You guys continue and increase the intensity. I want to see results in the shortest time possible. Don't worry, nothing will happen to me. En, that's it." The voice on the phone was inaudible to Chu Yan, but Mo Xiuyao's response was crystal clear to him. It seemed like this little girl was about to take drastic measures.

  "Chu Yan, send me back to Yin Zong Lu, I have things to attend to." Putting down the phone, Mo Xiuyao opened the car door and got in directly, while that sentence which seemed like a request for opinion was actually more of an order than a discussion.

  Lock the villa door, Chu Yan sat in the driver's seat and started the car. Mo Xi Yao's commanding tone was within Chu Yan's expectations. This was the real Mo Xi Yao. Although it sounded a bit arrogant, this Mo Xi Yao looked more authentic.

  In front of the Silver Palm Coffee Shop, a white Toyota Land Cruiser was parked. On the car, two middle-aged men with cold faces were smoking. The body of the Toyota Land Cruiser was parked right in front of the door of the Silver Palm, blocking it tightly.

  "Is that woman really here?" one of the middle-aged men with a small mustache asked in a low voice, taking a heavy drag on his cigarette.

  "According to intelligence, it's correct that the woman has been living in seclusion in China since her retirement from Wall Street. If she hadn't made a move against Japan's Kazama Group this time, we wouldn't have been able to track her down. To be able to suppress the Kazama Group to the point of near bankruptcy in such a short period of time is something that no more than ten people in the world can do, and we have a good grasp on the whereabouts of all the others, except for this woman who suddenly pulled off a 'human vaporization' from Wall Street." Another middle-aged man sitting in the driver's seat wore a pair of black-framed glasses with thick lenses, looking gentle but with an icy tone that sent chills down one's spine.

  "Why did she have to deal with the Ichiyanagi group? As far as I know, Japan's Ichiyanagi Corporation is not a particularly impressive conglomerate, and in Japan it can barely be ranked among the third-rate financial groups. What exactly did that Kazuo Ichiyanagi do to provoke that woman?" The man with the eight-character beard still looked puzzled. Logically speaking, since that terrifying woman had chosen to retire, she wouldn't easily appear again, but this Ichiyanagi group actually managed to provoke her into taking action personally, so they must have done something to make that woman furious!!

  "This, our intelligence didn't investigate, in short, the Yishan Group is unlucky, being targeted by that woman. I won't need a week, and the Yishan Group will probably be jumping over the wall in desperation. That woman, although having strong influence and ability in the business world, her arrogant personality has also destined that there won't be any powerful forces supporting her. In other words, this is an awe-inspiring yet extremely fragile woman." The man with glasses said, flicking the cigarette butt out of the car window, because within his line of sight, a orange Chevrolet Camaro was speeding over from afar, seemingly targeting the Silver Palm Coffee House.

  "Whose car is that parked at the entrance?" Mo Xiuyao had naturally seen from afar the ostentatious Toyota Land Cruiser Prado parked at the entrance of the Silver Palm, and the license plate number seemed to not be from Nanshan City. Only after confirming that she recognized the car did she turn her head to ask Chu Yan.

  Chu Yan took a look at the car, his gaze lingering on the faces of the two people inside for a moment before shaking his head "Don't recognize them, but those two seem to be here for you."

  Chu Yan said, Komai Luo had already stopped in the parking lot in front of the Silver Palm Tree, opened the car door, and Mo Xi Yao got out first. Chu Yan hesitated for a moment before getting out of the car as well. He could sense the hostility between those two people, although he couldn't understand why yet. However, since he had run into them, he couldn't let anything happen to Mo Xi Yao.

  "Don't be nervous, I'm here." Chu Yan came to Mo Xiuyao's side, he noticed the change in Mo Xiuyao's expression and knew that she might have already guessed the identity of the person who came. Her face changed slightly and her body also underwent some subtle changes. Chu Yan stretched out his hand, wrapped Mo Xiuyao's slender waist, and smiled softly by her ear.

  Feeling Chu Yan's strong and powerful arms wrapped around her, Mo Xiuyao's tension in her heart suddenly dissipated cleanly, she turned her head to smile at Chu Yan, the two people showing intimacy like a couple walking towards the silver palm trees.

  Ten meters away from the entrance of Yinxue Palm, the door of Toyota Prado opened, and two middle-aged men got out of the car and stood in a row on the path that Mo Xiuyao and Chu Yan must pass.

  "Long time no see!"