Chapter 992: Human Nature

Chapter 992: Chapter 352: Human Nature

The glass walkway of the hotel is on a higher floor.

As Han Zhan expected, because this is not a sightseeing time, there are currently no other people on this walkway.

Han Zhan and Jiang Lingling pushed the food cart, quickly passing through the glass walkway.

“Why do you insist on marrying me?”

There was no one around, and there was no immediate danger, so Han Zhan couldn’t help but ask.

Now that the two of them were more familiar with each other, he asked the question he most wanted an answer to.

Jiang Lingling’s steps paused slightly.

“You don’t remember?”

“Remember? What am I supposed to remember?”

Han Zhan was taken aback.

“Well, considering that kind of thing…” Jiang Lingling was about to say more when a piercing scream interrupted her.

The glass bridge is outside the hotel, and there are windows nearby, allowing one to see what is happening in the hall through them.

The scream just now came from a young woman in a black evening gown.

Her evening dress had already been torn halfway, and she was being lifted onto the banquet table by several male waiters.

Seeing this scene, Han Zhan’s expression changed several times and finally heaved a sigh.

Chaos and human madness,

these were inevitable things.

“That’s the daughter of the richest man in Sea City; the resentment of the wealthy is real. When there was order and law, they could only suppress it in their hearts, but now, they vent it without restraint.”

Jiang Lingling spoke.

She could only watch and do nothing.

Because if she exposed herself to these mad people, she would suffer even more terrifying things.

After all, she was more beautiful by dozens of times than that rich man’s daughter.

Just then, the people in the banquet hall also noticed the silhouettes peering outside through the window.

One of them, in particular, directly drew a gun from his waist and raised it to shoot.

Bang!

Luckily, his aim was off.

It only hit the window edge, sparking a burst of fire.

The sudden gunshot made the hall erupt in louder screams and caused Jiang Lingling and Han Zhan’s bodies to shiver.

“Guns? They actually have guns?!”

Recalling the frightful scene just now, Han Zhan spoke with astonishment.

“No wonder they could control the hall so quickly, so no one dared to resist.”

“It’s normal. Those people should be the bodyguards of big shots. As for firearms, they can still get some if they want them.”

Hearing this, Han Zhan clicked his tongue.

“Let’s get out of here quickly, head to the safe house.”

“They’ve spotted us; it’s no longer safe here.”

After saying this, Jiang Lingling, together with Han Zhan, pushed the cart and hurried to the other side of the glass walkway to the exit.

Leaving the glass walkway, they returned to the hotel’s interior passageways, where the soft red velvet carpet greatly reduced the noise of the trolley wheels friction.

“Let’s enter the elevator now, the safe house is on the basement level one.”

As she spoke, Jiang Lingling pressed the elevator button.

When the elevator arrived at the floor, they pushed the cart full of food into the elevator.

Only then did they breathe a slight sigh of relief.

“It should be safe now.”

“As long as we enter the safe house and endure this initial period of instability, everything will be fine once the situation stabilizes.”

Jiang Lingling patted her chest, not sure if she was comforting Han Zhan or herself.

Han Zhan nodded slightly.

Watching the numbers on the elevator’s LCD screen jump continuously, getting closer to the safe house.

Han Zhan suddenly frowned, thinking of a question.

“How many people know about the existence of the safe house you mentioned?”

“No more than ten, and the people qualified to ride the elevator to the basement level one are no more than three.”

“Are they all at the hotel today?”

Han Zhan’s question made Jiang Lingling frown.

She thought carefully, “There should be… one person here, he came to attend our wedding, as the invited witness…”

She hadn’t finished speaking,

when ding, the elevator had already descended to the lowest level.

“Get down!”

Han Zhan suddenly lunged at Jiang Lingling, embracing her as they lay on the elevator floor.

The next second, as soon as the elevator doors opened,

bang bang bang bang!

Continuous gunshots rang out, bullets mercilessly hitting the back of the elevator, creating craters.

“Stop.”

An authoritative male voice sounded.

“President Jiang, you finally arrived. We’ve been waiting here, lying in wait for some time.”

Derision, contempt, and greed mixed with lechery.

The speaker was a middle-aged man, accompanied by two armed subordinates.

An icy old man’s corpse lay beside them, dead for some time.

“Elder Song…” Jiang Lingling murmured as she looked at the deceased old man.

Clearly, it was this old man who was qualified to know about the safe house’s existence, not these three bodyguard-like middle-aged men.

Elder Song had exposed the location of the safe house, and then had been betrayed and killed.

Even Elder Song was only qualified to take the elevator here, but to open the door to the safe house required Jiang Lingling’s iris scan.

So they waited here for the “fish to take the bait.”

Sure enough, the fish took the bait.

“Lingling!”

At this moment, Han Zhan shouted softly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

He took the initiative to grab the bulletproof shield, lowering his body to charge out.

Because Han Zhan knew that cowering inside the elevator would be a dead end.

The only choice was to fight them!

As Han Zhan rushed out, drawing everyone’s attention, Jiang Lingling quickly pulled out a small knife from the food cart.

From gripping the knife handle, to pulling out the blade, twisting her wrist, and flicking out the knife, it was all done in one go.

In an instant, the flying knife hit one person in the neck, blood gushing out quickly.

On the other side, bangs of gunfire rang out.

Bullets hit the bulletproof shield in Han Zhan’s hand, numbing his arm and causing his palm to bleed.

“Duck!”

Behind him, Jiang Lingling’s voice rang out.

Han Zhan, without any hesitation, ducked behind the bulletproof shield.

A small bag of flour whizzed past above his head, struck by the bullets.

The shattered bag of flour suddenly erupted, showering white flour everywhere, obscuring vision.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jiang Lingling rushed forward, drawing closer, and threw another knife.

This time, her aim was slightly off, embedding it only in one bodyguard’s arm.

In pain, the middle-aged bodyguard, unable to see clearly, could only fire wildly by feel.

Han Zhan rolled over to the initially fallen bodyguard, grabbing the discarded handgun from the ground.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

More gunshots rang out.

In the flour dust, two figures fell in response to the shots.

Victory.

Seeing this scene, Han Zhan’s hands shook slightly, and Jiang Lingling, fueled by adrenaline, exchanged a glance, revealing a smile of survival after disaster.

Leaning on each other, they successfully opened the door to the safe house, stepping inside.

Outside the safe house, the dust dispersed.

No one noticed that one of the prone middle-aged bodyguards, turned away from the safe house, had his eyes open grimly.

His eyes blinked once.

At the same time.

Wisps of white mist seeped from the underground soil, infiltrating his body.