Such news broke, causing Chu Linchen to fall from the clouds to the quagmire.

Not only him, but also the Chu group he represented was implicated.

Moreover, no family or force that has contact with the Chu family can stay out of the matter.

As for ordinary people, they are talking about this matter on the Internet platform with the mentality of watching the excitement, and expressing their own opinions or speculations.

At this moment, the crazy rumors of Chu Linchen were like a sudden tsunami, sensationalizing the entire financial world and the wealthy circle.

Kyoto.

In the suburbs, a mysterious medieval castle stands among the mountains and forests.

In the underground laboratory.

In the enclosed room made of alloy, there were waves of wild beasts roaring, and the sound was messy, as if a fierce battle between beasts was taking place inside.

Everyone in the laboratory was taken back, only Han Meng and the old man in a gray robe stood outside the door.

Listening to the movement in the room, Han Meng rarely showed a nervous look on her face.

The old man standing next to her seemed much calmer and leisurely stroked his silver beard.

As time passed by minute by minute, Han Meng finally couldn't help asking the old man: "Young Master... Is there really no problem?"

"Of course there's something wrong."

The old man's answer was not polite at all, and he was even a little arrogant. He stroked his beard and said, "The Blood Knot is a holy object of my tribe. How can ordinary people with ordinary bodies bear it?"

When Han Meng heard this, she felt uncomfortable, but she did not dare to show it on her face.

Because she knew that the other party’s origin was not simple, and in the eyes of Young Master Yan, it was probably much more important than her.

She looked at the closed alloy door worriedly, "That young man..."

The old man smiled faintly, stroked his beard and said calmly: "Young Master Yan is talented and has survived several times before, so there will naturally be no problem this time."

He was right, and within a while, the sound in the room gradually weakened and he returned to calm.

Seeing this, Han Meng immediately pressed the metal palm-patterned lock on the door.

The heavy alloy door slowly opened to both sides, and she couldn't wait to walk in.

The old man looked at her back, covered by her silver-white beard, and a trace of intriguing curve was raised to the corner of her mouth.

He followed in slowly.

The moment I entered the door, a strong smell of blood came to my face.

It's not like a room, but more like a boxy iron box.

Bare alloy walls, gray ground, without any extra decoration.

The lights above the head illuminate the room as bright as day.

A giant dog with a size comparable to an adult man fell to the ground dyingly.

Its fur is incomplete, and in some places it seems that its flesh and blood is directly torn off.

The ground, walls, and even the ceiling were splashed with blood.

When Han Meng and the others came in, Yan Jing, wearing a white outfit, was pinching the giant dog's neck, and a violent aura flashed through his scarlet eyes.

Click!

Something seemed to be broken.
Chapter completed!