Chapter 49: I Am 25 This Year
Hilton Hotel.
Founder Conrad created value for business and leisure travelers by establishing and maintaining the highest level of service, adhering to the famous "Conrad Service Culture" concept. The hotel rooms are comfortable and exquisite, the restaurants are noble and elegant, the fitness club is well-equipped, and the conference facilities are high-end and complete.
Night had fallen, and the scattered stars were like bright pearls, embedded in the night sky, sparkling, dazzling, and mysterious.
A rustling sound came from the bathroom, and Mo Fei was—playing on his phone!
Not long after Mo Fei and Dylan flirted, Miss Dylan chose to take the initiative and invited Mo Fei to ride a carousel together.
Westerners are all like this; if they hit it off, they date, and if they lose interest, they break up, without any lingering attachments.
And the woman in the bathroom was Dylan.
The rustling sound was too loud; it was disturbing him while he was playing on his phone.
Listening to the noisy sound of Water in the bathroom, Mo Fei looked up, glanced at the faintly discernible beauty inside the bathroom, and shook his head helplessly.
Women are nothing compared to how fun a phone is!
Looking at the furnishings of the Hilton Hotel, Mo Fei sighed.
Seeing the Hilton Hotel, Mo Fei thought of Paris Hilton; thinking of Paris Hilton, he thought of the U.S. ultra-magical realist film "One Night in Paris." In the second half of this year, the Sino-U.S. co-produced Journey to the West will officially begin filming. I will continue to play the Monkey King Sun Wukong. I will use the artistic image of the Monkey King to strive to create a positive energy image, promoting both culture and sports, and spreading Chinese culture. I hope everyone can pay more attention.
Two flowers! Two flowers!
The bathroom door was pushed open, and a stunning blonde woman, wrapped in a bath towel, slowly walked out.
Her skin was fair, and her figure was tall. As she walked, she brought with her the fresh scent of her bath.
Seeing Mo Fei's gaze, Dylan tossed her hair, secretly feeling a bit smug. "Now you must realize my charm, right?"
"By the way, what happened to the man who stole your things and whom you caught? Will he be strangled by some tech giant rescued from the sewers?" Mo Fei said with a faint smile, looking at the large expanse of Dylan's exposed White skin.
"You knew?" Dylan gave an awkward smile and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to deceive you at the time. The main reason was that the employer's life was still threatened, and we couldn't disclose any information."
"I understand." Mo Fei nodded with a smile.
"But how did you know? This was our secret mission!" Dylan asked.
"There aren't as many secrets in this World as you imagine. If someone is determined to investigate, many things are not difficult to find out." Mo Fei shrugged.
"Oh." Dylan nodded, looking a little confused.
But she also realized that Mo Fei didn't seem to be an ordinary person either.
"Did you find any traces during your investigation? Perhaps the kidnapping was a play directed by Nuo Airui himself?" Mo Fei asked very abruptly.
"Why do you ask that?" Dylan looked at Mo Fei in surprise.
"I've recently become a bit interested in detectives, so I've studied it a bit. Criminals are sometimes not the most suspicious people, but rather the least suspicious. As Sherlock Holmes said, eliminate all impossibilities, and whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." Mo Fei said, "I think it's highly possible that Nuo Airui staged it himself."
"How could that be?" Dylan frowned. "But what would be Nuo Airui's motive for doing that? It wouldn't benefit him at all!"
"Perhaps he has a benefit, but you just haven't discovered it?"
Mo Fei was hinting wildly, but Miss Dylan simply didn't understand.
"But who would act..." Miss Dylan's expression was strange, and she stopped mid-sentence.
"Act what?" Mo Fei asked curiously.
"Uh..." Dylan said, a little embarrassed, "Last night when we went to rescue him, wasn't he in the sewer? There were a lot of rats in there, and he accidentally let a rat crawl into his pants..."
Dylan was too shy to continue the story, but Mo Fei already understood.
He, too, had a strange expression. He hadn't expected Nuo Airui to make such a great sacrifice... And because of that, Mo Fei couldn't continue his criminal deduction and stopped talking.
From Alex, Mo Fei learned that he had never been without a girlfriend since elementary school, and of course, she also knew that Mo Fei was a scumbag.
But why did she still choose Mo Fei?
This is how the World is: bad men attract women, and good men attract hats. Don't blame women for seeking excitement, because tranquility will only cause flowers to wither.
Steady breathing sounds came from the room.
The streets of New York were exceptionally lively at night, with an endless stream of vehicles and a continuous expanse of neon lights illuminating it brightly. The sleepless city of New York truly lives up to its name.
From a high vantage point, the suburbs of New York were green everywhere, vast expanses of green—darker shades for trees, lighter shades for grass. The city's intricate network of roads intertwined and extended among the towering buildings, and the tranquil Manhattan River sparkled under the sunlight. From the air, New York's environmental beauty was even more palpable.
The blue Water embraced Manhattan—skyscrapers, cross-Water bridges, outlining the grandeur and magnificence of the metropolis.
Gradually, night fell, and in the darkness, all the hustle and bustle faded away, even the glitz of New York dissipated.
The gradually rising misty fog could not be dispersed by the cold night wind.
It was nearly 2 AM, and both Mo Fei and Dylan were sound asleep.
Their room door was silently pushed open. Imperceptible footsteps advanced, step by step, towards their bedroom.
The intruder quietly pushed open the bedroom door, a black PT-945 pistol held in his hand, already loaded.
Looking at Mo Fei and Dylan sleeping in the room, he smiled wickedly.
Mo Fei's innate danger perception, honed by cultivating Xingyi Quan, continuously sent him signals, causing him to suddenly open his eyes—the pitch-Black muzzle spewed a bullet, sparking with friction!