Inheritance of Two Trillion Chapter 2482 - 1835: Extraordinary Individuals

The subordinate guided the way forward, with Chen Feiqiu in tow. After exiting the bustling banquet hall, they navigated through a couple of turns in the corridor, eventually reaching a more tranquil section. Apart from two individuals stationed by a suite door at the corridor's end, the area was otherwise deserted.

As they drew nearer, Chen Feiqiu observed from a distance that the two figures by the door were, in fact, a pair of identical twin brothers.

Both men were Caucasian, standing at an equivalent height of well over six feet, appearing to be in their thirties. They possessed a striking and handsome visage.

Their very presence radiated an air of arrogance, akin to sharpened blades poised for immediate confrontation.

A glint of cold light flickered within their composed gaze. Those unfortunate enough to fall under their scrutiny felt as though they were being stalked by a wild beast, an unnerving sensation that sent shivers down their spines.

"Tsk tsk, these two are fantastic. Where did they find them? They're a massive improvement over my guy, Gan. Alas, my lack of foresight back then, thinking Gan was some kind of expert. Turns out after a little while, he's not even worth a speck of dust. Comparing people can be quite revealing, and comparing goods is simply a waste of time. Still, I can't just fire Gan; he's a decent bodyguard and performs his duties responsibly. Perhaps I should pass him on to my father next time,"

Just by observing the two men at the door, Chen Feiqiu couldn't restrain his commentary, chattering away as they proceeded.

"What did you say?" the subordinate beside Chen Feiqiu inquired in a low voice, curiosity piqued.

Chen Feiqiu had been murmuring to himself in the Huaxia language, speaking at a breakneck pace.

The subordinate, naturally, was utterly perplexed, completely bewildered.

"Nothing," Chen Feiqiu responded.

It was precisely because this subordinate couldn't comprehend the Huaxia language that he felt emboldened to mumble such things. Had he understood, it might have caused offense.

While they conversed, they advanced closer to the location.

Chen Feiqiu's subordinate, without further inquiry, walked ahead with a proud tilt of his head.

The Caucasian twin brothers stationed at the door cast a glance at the man in front but remained silent, offering no greeting as he passed by, treating him with indifference.

However, just as Chen Feiqiu was about to move past, both brothers stepped forward in unison, raising an arm to halt his progress.

Chen Feiqiu, finding his path obstructed, looked at the two men with surprise.

The subordinate in front also sensed the unusual turn of events behind him, turned back to observe, and was taken aback, quickly exclaiming, "What are you doing?"

"This person seems unfamiliar," one of the Caucasian twin brothers stated, appraising Chen Feiqiu.

"Who is he? What's his identity? We need to know!" the other added in a deep tone.

Chen Feiqiu maintained a nonchalant posture, hands tucked into his pockets as he walked, projecting an image of insignificance.

The Caucasian twin brothers didn't perceive any malevolent intent from him, yet they harbored doubts about whether he possessed the requisite standing to meet their master.

"You! This is outrageous, move aside at once!"

Chen Feiqiu's subordinate declared indignantly, stepping forward to push away the arms barring their way.

Nevertheless, despite exerting all his strength, he couldn't budge them even an inch.

The two Caucasian brothers observed with amusement in their eyes, seemingly finding the subordinate's futile effort comical.

"Forget it," Chen Feiqiu gestured to his companion, signaling him not to exhaust his energy, and addressed the blocking brothers with a smile, "If you truly won't let me pass, I'll just head back."

Chen Feiqiu's words were delivered lightly, with utmost casualness, and he even began to turn as if meeting the person inside was merely an optional engagement.

At that precise moment, the door swung open.

Someone emerged, calling out loudly, "All of you, cease your rudeness!"

Then, continuing, "Mr. Chen Feiqiu, please stay!"

The speaker's voice was remarkably resonant, perfectly suited for broadcasting, and exceptionally pleasing to the ear.

Furthermore, he had reprimanded his subordinates in English, smoothly transitioning to the Huaxia language when addressing Chen Feiqiu, referring to him as "Chen Feiqiu" rather than his formal name.

Chen Feiqiu, who had already started to depart, paused upon hearing these words and turned back around.

The Caucasian twin brothers who had previously blocked Chen Feiqiu immediately stepped back at the command, clearing the path and the line of sight.

The subordinate accompanying Chen Feiqiu also quickly moved aside, granting Chen Feiqiu an unobstructed view of the emerging figure.

The man who stepped out from the doorway stood slightly over six feet tall, possessing dark eyes, yellow skin, and distinctly Huaxia features. He appeared to be a few years older than Bai Xiaosheng.

He had sharp eyebrows framing bright eyes, a handsome face with a slightly pale complexion complemented by healthy wheat-colored skin, and a well-proportioned, sturdy physique, indicative of regular physical fitness.

His expression was serene, tinged with a sense of tranquility, reminiscent of warm jade—neither boastful nor impatient, as if he possessed a complete understanding of his surroundings.

With a single glance, he exuded an extraordinary aura.

Even Chen Feiqiu found himself silently admiring the man.

"Mr. Chen Feiqiu, we offer our sincerest apologies for their behavior. We hope you can overlook it. Please, come in," the man conveyed with a gentle smile, beckoning Chen Feiqiu towards the entrance. "The tea has been prepared. It is the Lan Tian Yu Ye I acquired from Huaxia; please, do sample it."

Upon hearing this, a subtle gleam appeared in Chen Feiqiu's eyes. He responded with a smile, "Is that so? I understand that the premium Maojian tea fetches a price of two thousand US dollars per ounce. I am certainly eager to try it."

With that said, Chen Feiqiu crossed the threshold, accompanying the man into the chamber.

His subordinates, however, remained outside.

The suite they entered was vastly more opulent than the standard hotel rooms available to the public, a testament not just to wealth, but also to elevated status. Rumor had it that even the most unassuming faucet within was crafted from pure gold, a stark contrast to the rumored presidential suite, which was said to be merely gold-plated.