Bizarre: Forced into an arranged marriage, his wife turns out to be a demon emperor?

Chapter 64 They...are very interested in the lady.

The plane took off smoothly and disappeared into the clouds.

Lin Che lay on the large bed in the bedroom, and Su Hongyi lay beside him, watching him quietly like a cat.

"Go to sleep for a while, my husband."

"You've exhausted yourself; you need to rest."

Lin Che was indeed very tired; his eyelids were so heavy he could barely lift them.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly remembered something.

"What does that 'immortal' taste like?"

Su Hongyi was stunned for a moment, then a lovely blush spread across her cheeks.

She leaned close to Lin Che's ear, her breath sweet as orchids.

"A bit tough."

"My husband smells even better."

Lin Che chuckled, his consciousness sinking completely into darkness.

He didn't know how much time had passed when the plane's slight turbulence woke him up.

Outside the window, there was no longer an endless sea of ​​clouds, but a vast city below, its lights gleaming like a galaxy fallen to earth.

We've arrived in the capital.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the bedroom door.

It was the voice of that special envoy, carrying an unprecedented solemnity.

"Mr. Lin, we are about to land."

There's something I must tell you beforehand.

"The situation in the capital is far more complicated than we expected when we arrived."

"During our return journey, several elderly people in the city learned of Madam Lin's existence through various channels."

"They—are very interested in the lady."

Lin Che leaned against the headboard as Su Hongyi peeled a grape for him, bringing the glistening flesh to his lips.

He opened his mouth and ate it; the juice was sweet and refreshing.

But his gaze was fixed on the boundless sea of ​​light below, seen through the porthole.

interested?

Lin Che knew in his heart that these three words had many interpretations in the dictionary of those important figures.

It could be curiosity, or it could be an attempt to win someone over.

More often than not, it's about dissection, control, and appropriation.

Su Hongyi is his wife, the source of his power, and the obsession he has buried for two lifetimes.

This is a collection that not just anyone can touch.

After saying that, the special envoy wisely withdrew and did not disturb him further.

The plane began its descent, passing through thick clouds.

The massive steel city magnifies in the field of vision, and the oppressive feeling created by countless lights and skyscrapers is overwhelming.

This is the capital city.

The heart of this country.

It is also the future, the eye of the storm.

"Husband, don't you like it here?"

Su Hongyi sensed the subtle change in Lin Che's emotions, stopped what she was doing, and looked up at him.

"I don't like it," Lin Che said honestly. "It's too bright, and there are too many people. It's too noisy."

Su Hongyi thought about it carefully and nodded.

"Should I make them all quiet?"

Her tone was innocent and naive, but what she said could send chills down anyone's spine.

Lin Che chuckled and pinched her cheek.

"No need, we're guests here, we should be polite."

"Oh." Su Hongyi seemed to understand but not quite.

The vibrations during the plane's landing were very slight, almost imperceptible.

Before the hatch opened, the special envoy reappeared at the door, his face even more grim than before, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

He hesitated, then finally managed to force a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

"Mr. Lin, Mrs. Lin, we've arrived. Our people are already outside."

Lin Che helped Su Hongyi stand up.

The aftereffects of using the power were still there; the feeling of weakness in my body had not completely subsided.

He stepped out of the cabin.

A cold wind, carrying the scent of dust and steel, blew in my face.

There was no red carpet, no flowers, and no welcoming honor guard.

Below the gangway is a huge, brightly lit helipad.

The tarmac was surrounded by people.

They weren't officials in suits, but squads of soldiers in black combat uniforms, fully armed.

They stood ramrod straight, their faces stern, exuding an aura of iron and blood.

Each person held a uniquely shaped weapon in their hand.

The gun is heavy, with a thick, long barrel engraved with intricate silver patterns.

These weapons were not aimed at the plane, nor at Lin Che.

It is the sky.

It is a defensive posture.

The special envoy followed Lin Che down the gangway, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He quickened his pace and came to a man standing at the front of the line, with a hideous scar on his face.

"Captain Long, why did you lead the team yourself? Wasn't it supposed to be our logistics department—"

The scarred man, known as the Dragon Team member, didn't even glance at the special envoy.

His gaze, like two icy blades, passed over the special envoy and was fixed on Lin Che and Su Hongyi beside him.

There was no awe or curiosity in that gaze.

Only scrutiny, assessment, and a detached indifference towards dangerous items.

"Special Envoy Chen, your mission is complete."

Long's voice was hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

"From this moment forward, the safety of these two distinguished guests will be the sole responsibility of our Dawn Special Forces team."

He deliberately emphasized the word "VIP".

Special Envoy Chen's face turned pale, and he wanted to say something.

Team Leader Long had already started walking, heading straight for Lin Che.

The dozen or so special forces soldiers behind him moved in perfect unison, their weapons slightly lowered.

An invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire tarmac.

"Mr. Lin Che, right?"

Team Leader Long stopped three meters in front of Lin Che.

He was half a head taller than Lin Che, with a burly build, and looked down at Lin Che.

"I am Long Ao, captain of the Dawn Special Forces. I have been ordered to conduct a risk assessment of the 'target'."

His gaze swept over Lin Che and finally landed on Su Hongyi.

That look in his eyes was like a butcher eyeing an animal about to be slaughtered.

Lin Che's eyes narrowed.

Su Hongyi, standing beside him, tilted her head, seemingly looking at the man exuding murderous intent with some curiosity.

next second.

A sudden change occurred.

Around the tarmac, the soldiers who had been pointing their guns at the sky all turned their guns around at the same time.

The dark muzzles of guns were all pointed at the same target.

Su Hongyi.

not only that.

One, two, three —

Dozens of scarlet beams of light shot down from all directions and landed precisely on Su Hongyi.

Her brow, her heart, her throat —

His entire body was covered with red dots that symbolized death.

That's a laser sight for a large-caliber spirit-destroying sniper rifle, specifically designed for hunting spirits.

The air froze at that moment.

Special Envoy Chen's body went limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground, all the color draining from his face.

crazy!

These radical lunatics!

How dare they do such a thing!

Su Hongyi blinked, stretched out her slender finger, and curiously poked a red dot on the back of her hand.

The red dot swayed slightly with her movements.

She seems to have discovered a really fun new toy.

"risk assessment?"