tkworld Chapter 211 The leading elder knelt down: Young master, this old servant is late.
Chapter 211 The leading elder knelt down: Young master, this old servant is late.
Watching my father-in-law leave in a domineering manner, surrounded by a group of bodyguards in black.
Lin Zhou stood still.
He looked at the several people slumped on the ground and helplessly touched his nose.
He let out a long sigh.
"Well, my father-in-law has stolen my thunder again."
The infirmary was filled with an unpleasant smell of urine.
The once arrogant District Chief Li has completely collapsed into a pile of mud.
The fat woman is still unconscious.
As for the chubby boy named Hao Hao, he was so frightened that he hid in the corner and didn't even dare to cry out loud.
The headmaster leaned against the door frame, his legs trembling violently as if he were having a seizure.
The way he looked at Lin Zhou was as if he were looking at a living Yama, the King of Hell.
"Mr. Lin..."
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The headmaster swallowed hard, his saliva stained with blood, and stammered as he spoke.
"It's all my fault, please, in your great kindness, don't close our kindergarten!"
Lin Zhou didn't even give him a second glance.
These opportunistic fence-sitters are an eyesore to look at.
He turned around, intending to comfort his still sobbing daughter first.
Although Su Zhentian had held Nuonuo for a while, the little girl was now tightly gripping Teacher Li's clothes.
Her big eyes were still brimming with tears.
"Nuonuo, be a good girl, Daddy will take you home."
Lin Zhou had just taken half a step.
A sudden change has occurred!
"boom--"
A deep, resonant engine roar came from the end of the street without warning.
This sound was completely different from the loud roar of Su Zhentian's convoy just now.
It is low-key.
Repressed.
Yet it possesses a heavy metal quality that seems capable of crushing everything.
It's like an ancient behemoth slowly lurking in the deep sea.
The glass windows in the infirmary started buzzing violently again.
Lin Zhou suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes instantly sharpening.
He turned to look out the window.
At the street corner, five pure black, bulletproof Rolls-Royce Phantoms stood like five mobile black fortresses.
It silently tore through the thin mist of late autumn.
They drove in a line, one after the other, aggressively onto the already narrow street.
There was no horn sounding.
There was no show of force or sudden braking.
They stopped so precisely and coldly at the entrance of Alice Kindergarten.
The massive vehicle completely blocked off the other end of the street.
The terrifying aura that swept over us was even ten times stronger than the oppressive feeling that Su Zhentian had just brought!
The headmaster followed Lin Zhou's gaze and, after just one glance, almost fainted on the spot.
"Who...who is this deity?!"
He desperately pulled at his already sparse hair.
Rolls-Royce Phantoms are nothing special; there are plenty of wealthy people in Beijing.
However, the license plates of these five vehicles were all extremely unusual consecutive numbers.
Moreover, the thickness of the bulletproof glass in the car windows is definitely a custom-made military-grade product!
This kind of car is not something you can buy just because you have money.
This is true heritage! It's the kind of grandeur only a deeply rooted, centuries-old money family deserves!
Lin Zhou instinctively shielded Teacher Li and Nuonuo behind him.
His muscles tensed up instantly.
The anger and killing intent that had just been suppressed surged back into his heart like a tide.
Zhou Lixing's people?
impossible.
Royal Dynasty Entertainment is already in a mess, and even if Zhou Lixing is stupid, he wouldn't cause such a big commotion at this critical juncture.
Who could it be?
"Click".
The door of the Rolls-Royce in the very middle was pushed open from the inside.
Four bodyguards dressed in pure black suits and wearing white gloves quickly got out of the car.
They weren't wearing sunglasses, but the expressions on everyone's faces were identically cold and menacing.
That look in his eyes definitely comes from a mercenary who has seen blood!
Four bodyguards stood on either side of the train door, bowing slightly.
Followed by.
A foot wearing a black bespoke leather shoe stepped onto the asphalt road in front of the kindergarten.
An elderly man slowly stepped out of the carriage.
He was dressed in an extremely sophisticated British bespoke butler's suit.
The swallowtail cut was impeccable, and the collar of the snow-white shirt was without a single wrinkle.
The old man's hair was gray, but he combed it meticulously.
The wrinkles on his face, as if carved by a knife and axe, revealed the vicissitudes and sedimentation of time.
But he stood ramrod straight and was in high spirits.
He was holding a black nanmu cane in his hand, inlaid with gold thread.
The moment the old man got out of the car, his gaze seemed to be equipped with a precision-guided radar.
It pierced through the glass window of the infirmary in an instant, locking onto Lin Zhou standing inside.
that moment.
Lin Zhou clearly saw that the old man, whose aura was so powerful that no one dared to look him in the eye, actually trembled violently.
Then.
The old man pushed away the bodyguard who came forward to help him.
He took a step forward, leaning on his golden nanmu cane.
His steps were hurried, even a little unsteady.
He walked briskly straight towards the infirmary.
"Tap, tap, tap."
The sound of the cane striking the ground was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent corridor.
Every step felt like stepping on everyone's heartbeats.
The headmaster had completely curled up into a ball, forgetting even to breathe.
Teacher Li held Nuonuo tightly, barely daring to breathe.
Lin Zhou did not back down.
He stood quietly in place, his deep peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze sharp as he scrutinized the approaching old man.
strangeness.
too weird.
He swore he had never seen this weathered old face since he transmigrated.
But strangely, a strong, indescribable sense of familiarity welled up deep in my mind.
It's like a rusty key, trying to force open the door to his sealed memories.
A severe headache is looming, with signs of an impending attack.
Lin Zhou gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed the discomfort.
at this time.
The old man had already stepped into the clinic.
Those menacing-looking bodyguards stood guard outside the door like gatekeepers, effectively blocking all exits.
The old man stopped less than two meters away from Lin Zhou.
He didn't look at the district chief who was slumped on the ground.
He didn't pay attention to the horrified looks around him.
His once sharp and cloudy eyes were now fixed intently on Lin Zhou's face.
My gaze slid from Lin Zhou's eyebrows and eyes down to his nose and lips.
It's like confirming the existence of a rare treasure.
Sudden.
The old man's eyes reddened at a visible speed.
My eyes instantly filled with murky tears.
His lips trembled violently, and a suppressed whimper, as if sanded by sandpaper, escaped his throat.
Clang!
He threw the priceless golden nanmu walking stick on the ground without a second thought.
Followed by.
Under the horrified gazes of the principal, Teacher Li, and everyone present.
This elderly man exuded a terrifying aura, like a Western aristocrat.
His legs suddenly bent.
"thump!"
He knelt firmly on the cold floor tiles!
This kneeling motion weighed more than a thousand pounds.
It was as if the entire space of the infirmary had been shattered.
The headmaster's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
He thought the world must have gone mad!
It's one thing for Su, the richest man, to come and support this man, since he's his father-in-law.
But now.
This is a top-tier boss who drives a bulletproof Rolls-Royce with consecutive license plate numbers and is accompanied by top-notch mercenaries.
She actually knelt down before him?!
Just who exactly is this Lin Zhou?!
Isn't he just a minor celebrity who can only sing and write songs?!
Teacher Li also covered her mouth, too shocked to utter a sound.
Even Nuonuo, nestled in Teacher Li's arms, forgot to cry.
With her big, tear-filled eyes, she looked curiously at the old man kneeling on the ground.
In the infirmary.
All that could be heard was the old man's heavy, excited breathing.
He ignored the filth on the ground.
He gripped the seams of his crisp trousers tightly with both hands, his forehead almost touching the ground.
Two streams of tears rolled down his deeply lined cheeks.
"Seven years have passed..."
The old man's voice was hoarse beyond recognition, carrying a mixture of heart-wrenching ecstasy and extreme sorrow.
"It's been seven years!"
"Heaven has eyes! Heaven has eyes!"
He suddenly raised his head and looked up at Lin Zhou in front of him.
His eyes were filled with extreme fervor and boundless loyalty.
That look in his eyes didn't seem like he was looking at an ordinary person.
Instead, they were looking up to their lifelong faith.
The old man used all his strength to kowtow heavily to Lin Zhou.
The sound was mournful, piercing through the clouds.
"Young Master!"
"This old servant is late!"
"I'm so sorry you had to suffer!"
boom!
These few words.
It was like a powerful nuclear bomb that exploded directly in everyone's minds.
Young Master?
Old slave?
This kind of title, which only exists in old TV dramas and melodramatic novels about rich families, has actually appeared in real life!
The headmaster rolled his eyes and this time he was genuinely terrified and fainted.
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.
You could hear the sound of a pin dropping on the ground clearly.
Lin Zhou stood still.
His body was as stiff as a statue.
Deep within my mind, that sealed black hole of memory is expanding and tearing at me wildly.
Those fragmented images flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.
A magnificent European-style manor.
A huge crystal chandelier.
And then there's this old man in front of me... always with a gentle smile, silently following behind me.
My head is splitting with pain.
Lin Zhou clenched his back teeth tightly, and even tasted a trace of blood in his mouth.
He looked down at the old man, tears streaming down his face.
There was no joy in their eyes at the reunion, only extreme wariness and coldness.
Lin Zhou's brows furrowed into a tight knot.
He endured the excruciating pain that felt like his brain was being torn apart.
Looking at that old face that seemed familiar yet was also blurry.
The voice was so cold it had absolutely no warmth.
It was like interrogating a complete stranger on death row.
He slowly uttered a sentence.
"Who are you calling 'young master'?"