This was quite normal; as long as Sheng Xiong lived, Song Qiao could never truly feel at ease.
Ever since he had escaped from Song Qiao’s clutches, Sheng Xiong had been like a poisoned thorn in his heart.
Now that Sheng Xiong had finally met his end in battle, Song Qiao naturally felt a sense of relief wash over him.
Mo Ling also felt a similar sense of ease.
Seeing Sheng Xiong dead, their mission outside the door was considered complete.
After all, their objective was to prevent Sheng Xiong from escaping, and now escape was impossible for him!
Therefore, Mo Ling no longer needed to guard the courtyard gate.
She rushed in immediately, looking at Song Qiao with excitement and saying,
"Congratulations! You've finally succeeded in killing Sheng Xiong!"
Wei Feng and the others also hurried in.
While applauding Song Qiao, they congratulated him, saying,
"Well done, boss!"
"Oh, my dear mother, that was one hell of a fight!"
"Boss, you're the best!" Wei Feng, carried away by his emotions, even gave Song Qiao a thumbs-up.
"From now on, regardless of whether there's a salary or not, I, old Wei, have decided to follow you!"
Listening to the sincere congratulations from everyone, Song Qiao, who was resting on the ground, couldn't help but shake his head and smile.
"There's nothing to congratulate. This is what we were supposed to do."
"And this man..."
Song Qiao looked down at Sheng Xiong's corpse and said coldly,
"Should have died a long time ago!"
Mo Ling looked at Song Qiao with a complex expression.
Then, she nodded in strong agreement with his statement.
"You're right. His survival until now is indeed a collective failure on our part."
"But now that he's dead, it's not just us..."
"Many people can finally breathe a sigh of relief."
Everyone agreed wholeheartedly. Sheng Xiong was like a rabid dog;
not only was he powerful, but his speed was also terrifyingly uncanny.
With him lurking in the shadows, many people lived in constant fear and couldn't sleep soundly at night.
However, Mo Ling shifted her tone, looked up at Song Qiao, and reminded him,
"Although Sheng Xiong's death allows us some respite, we still need to be wary of the members of his gang."
"You killed Sheng Xiong, and they will likely seek revenge."
Wei Feng raised his eyebrows and asked doubtfully, "Sheng Xiong's gang?"
"It's that Hai Ning Gang, isn't it? They're indeed trouble, boss!"
Mo Ling nodded and explained,
"It is indeed the Hai Ning Gang. This gang is very well-organized and powerful."
"Many of its members are experts Sheng Xiong recruited over the years, and many are his confidantes."
"If the news of Sheng Xiong's death reaches them, I don't think they will let this matter rest."
Having been in conflict with Sheng Xiong for so long, Song Qiao had naturally heard of the Hai Ning Gang.
However, even so, his face showed no trace of fear.
He calmly stated,
"I'm not afraid of their boss, so why would I be afraid of a bunch of underlings?"
"It's just the Hai Ning Gang. If they dare to come, I'll kill them! I'm even looking forward to it!"
Hearing Song Qiao's defiant words, everyone was inspired by him and felt their confidence surge.
As soon as Song Qiao finished speaking, he extended a hand towards Mo Ling.
Seeing his ambiguous hand, Mo Ling recalled Song Qiao's often mischievous behavior in the past.
She quickly raised her hands to protect her chest, turned sideways, and stared at him warily, demanding,
"What do you want to do?"
Song Qiao, sitting on the ground, rolled his eyes at Mo Ling and said impatiently,
"Help me up!"
Mo Ling let out a soft "Oh," and pulled Song Qiao to his feet.
However, after getting up, Song Qiao did not let go of her hand.
Instead, he held her palm and gently massaged her fingers.
A wicked smile played on his lips as he teased,
"I didn't expect them to be so tender."
Mo Ling glared at Song Qiao with suppressed anger and hissed through gritted teeth,
"What are you implying? Are you looking for a fight?"
Saying that, Mo Ling snatched her hand back.
She raised it high, making a gesture as if she were about to hit him.
Song Qiao chuckled. Seeing that Mo Ling was serious, he quickly reminded her,
"Wait! We need to handle important matters first!"
"Madam Shi doesn't have a good impression of me, so you need to go and ask her."
"She was always with Sheng Xiong, so she might know something."
Mo Ling nodded. "I'll go ask her personally. Is there anything else?"
Song Qiao waved his hand, his voice tinged with fatigue, "Nothing for now. I'm going back to rest."
Seeing his somewhat weary back, Mo Ling suddenly remembered how exhausted he must have been from the recent battle.
She couldn't bring herself to pursue the matter of him teasing her earlier.
Her tone softened, and she said gently,
"Get some good rest. We'll handle the rest."
Song Qiao yawned and waved his hand high as he got into the car and left.
After seeing Song Qiao off, Mo Ling arranged for others to deal with Sheng Xiong's corpse.
Night soon fell. Just as Madam Shen was preparing to rest after washing up,
her bedroom door was suddenly knocked on, which annoyed her.
She casually said to the person outside the door impatiently, "I'm going to sleep, Zhang... Huh?"
Madam Shen's words abruptly stopped. She sat up in bed, her expression turning wary as she stared at the door.
Because she suddenly realized that ever since her falling out with Zhang Jiashu,
she had left her house!
Now, she was alone in this large villa!
So, who was knocking on her door?
Madam Shen's hair stood on end. She cautiously got out of bed and moved towards the windowsill.
She desperately hoped that if the situation turned unfavorable, she could escape by jumping out of the fourth-floor window.
Perhaps sensing Madam Shen's unease, a series of pleasant laughter echoed from outside the door.
Immediately after, a woman's voice spoke,
"You don't need to worry. My unannounced visit is not meant to cause you any harm."
Although Madam Shen was still muttering to herself upon hearing the voice,
she still chose to step forward and open the door. Seeing the beautiful yet somewhat unfamiliar face outside,
Madam Shen, full of suspicion, got straight to the point and asked,
"Who are you? Why are you here so late?"
The woman smiled and introduced herself,
"I am Xia Yuqing, and I'd like to chat with you about some matters."