Chapter 6824
Old Snake
Chen Ziyan felt that she was the daughter of the Chen family, the most prestigious family in the ancient city. From childhood to adulthood, she had always been the focus of attention wherever she went, and she could get whatever she wanted. When had she ever been treated so coldly?
She was eagerly anticipating meeting someone who was nothing more than a nobody in her eyes, but she was rudely turned away at the door. This was a huge insult to her dignity, and she found it utterly despicable!
Please show your membership card.
At the entrance of Qujiang Club, four security guards dressed in custom-made black suits stood in neat rows, like four cold sculptures, exuding a chilling aura.
Their eyes were sharp as eagles, as if they could pierce through one's heart, and their voices were devoid of any warmth, as if they came from an ice cellar.
Their posture was upright and confident, exuding an absolute confidence stemming from their powerful background.
Here, they are the guardians of the rules, and they don't need to worry about anyone's opinion or status.
This is the confidence and power that Qujiang Club has given them, allowing them to safeguard this mysterious and prestigious territory in this bustling city.
Chen Ziyan took a deep breath, trying to suppress her agitation. She didn't want to ruin things at this crucial moment because of her emotions.
She turned slightly to the side and, together with her father Chen Moran beside her, took out the platinum membership card, a symbol of status and prestige, from her exquisite wallet.
The membership card was exquisitely designed, its surface reflecting a cold luster under the dim light, as if telling a story of its prestige and extraordinary nature.
The security personnel took the membership card and carefully verified it, their every action meticulous and standardized.
A moment later, the card verification was successful, and the heavy, ornate gate slid open silently under the operation of the machinery, as if opening a door to another world.
A unique aroma, a blend of the rich scent of expensive cigars, the delicate fragrance of agarwood, and the crisp air, wafted towards Chen Ziyan, causing her to wrinkle her nose slightly. This complex and mysterious scent, like the Qujiang Club itself, was full of unknown allure.
Upon entering the hall, Chen Ziyan immediately sensed something was amiss.
In the past, although Qujiang Club was heavily guarded, its atmosphere was relatively restrained, like a lurking beast that was dangerous but not too oppressive.
Tonight, the air seemed to be filled with an invisible string, stretched to its limit, as if it might snap at any moment.
She could clearly sense that behind the shadows of those magnificent columns and through the gaps in the heavy curtains, at least seven or eight extremely powerful auras were hidden.
These auras, like cold, venomous snakes, silently lurked in the darkness, carrying a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
They intertwined, shrouding the entire hall in an invisible net of vigilance. Every entrant seemed to be locked onto by countless eyes, and the slightest movement would trigger an unpredictable storm.
Chen Ziyan subconsciously tightened her grip on her father's arm, a sense of unease rising in her heart.
She didn't understand why the Qujiang Club was so tense tonight. What kind of identity and background did the person she wanted to see have that could make the atmosphere here so heavy?
A hint of curiosity and wariness flashed in her eyes, and her steps unconsciously slowed down considerably as she cautiously followed her father into the depths of the hall. Every step felt like walking on the edge of the unknown, filled with unknown dangers and challenges.
"Dad, don't you feel... that the atmosphere here is particularly strange tonight?"
Chen Ziyan frowned slightly, a hint of unease appearing on her delicate face. She lowered her voice and cautiously approached her father, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of his clothes, causing the delicate fabric to wrinkle between her fingers.
The surroundings appeared luxurious and peaceful, yet a subtle tension permeated the air, like the calm before a storm, making her feel uneasy.
Chen Moran's expression instantly turned serious, and his already deep eyes now revealed a hint of vigilance. His gaze, like a searchlight, slowly swept across the spacious and luxurious hall, leaving no corner unchecked.
The crystal chandelier in the hall emitted a soft yet bright light, which reflected off the polished marble floor, creating a colorful play of light and shadow.
The walls are adorned with priceless paintings, showcasing the prestige and extraordinary nature of this place;
The neatly arranged leather sofas exude an expensive leather scent, as if telling a story of their luxury.
However, in Chen Moran's eyes, all of this now exuded a strange aura.
Finally, his gaze settled on a corner.
There, a middle-aged man dressed in a dark gray Tang suit, with a slightly hunched posture, stood quietly with his back to them, seemingly immersed in the charm of the ancient painting on the wall.
His movements were slow, each raise of his hand and each turn of his head carried a peculiar rhythm, as if time itself had slowed down for him.
The fabric of the Tang suit looked to be of excellent quality, subtly shimmering under the light, and the exquisite embroidery patterns on it added a touch of antiquity and elegance.
"daughter,"
Chen Moran's voice was extremely low, as if afraid of disturbing something, with a hint of barely perceptible reverence in it, "Do you see that man in the Tang suit with his back to us?"
His eyes were fixed on that figure's back, not daring to relax for a moment, as if some huge secret was hidden there.
Chen Ziyan followed her father's gaze and was immediately drawn to the figure from behind.
She nodded gently and said softly, "I saw him..."
who is it? ”
That figure exuded an indescribable depth, like a bottomless abyss, making one want to explore its mysteries, yet feeling fear upon approaching it.
Her heartbeat quickened involuntarily, and a strange palpitation welled up inside her.
Chen Moran cautiously glanced around, his eyes like those of a sharp cheetah. After confirming that no one was paying attention to his conversation with his daughter, he turned slightly to the side and whispered, "He is the true mastermind behind this Qujiang Club—known as 'Old Snake'!"
His voice, though soft, struck Chen Ziyan's heart like a heavy hammer.
Chen Ziyan's pupils suddenly contracted, her bright eyes instantly filled with shock, and her delicate body trembled almost imperceptibly. The hand that was holding her father's arm unconsciously tightened its grip.
Her beautiful eyes were now filled with disbelief.
The mastermind behind Qujiang Club!
This legendary figure has been circulated in the ancient city for decades, yet has always been shrouded in mystery!
In the ancient city, his name was like a taboo, mentioned cautiously yet with a sense of awe and longing. (End of Chapter)