The moment Li Feng took the room card, his expression drastically changed, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
"Manager Li, don't be fooled by this kid. How could a pauper like him afford a villa here?" Wu Run, seeing Li Feng's silence, quickly interjected, afraid he'd believe Song Qiao's lies.
"Shut up." Li Feng's face turned ashen. He shot Wu Run a fierce glare. The room cards for the Shanshui Manor villa area had a special anti-counterfeiting mark. He had only lightly touched it and knew this card was authentic. Liu Yang was definitely an owner here. He cursed the two scumbags, Wu Run and Wu Zhonghai, for getting him into this mess.
With a furious curse in his heart, he strode forward and immediately knelt before Song Qiao. "Mr. Song, I misjudged you. Please, be magnanimous and let me go." As he spoke, he slapped himself more than ten times in front of everyone present.
"Manager Li, are you mistaken?" Wu Zhonghai was utterly stunned. This dramatic turn of events almost made him forget the pain in his leg.
"Nonsense!" Li Feng glared at him ferociously and said coldly, "You two blind fools, don't drag me down with you if you want to die. This has nothing to do with me. Mr. Song can deal with you however he pleases." He then turned back to Song Qiao, his face etched with supplication, begging to be spared.
Song Qiao didn't bother with him. The most important matter was dealing with the Wu Run and Wu Zhonghai brothers. "Take your men and get out of here. Don't let me see you again." He snorted, sidestepped Li Feng, and walked directly towards Wu Zhonghai, a cruel smile on his face.
"Thank you, Mr. Song, thank you, Mr. Song. I'll get them out of here immediately." Li Feng, as if granted amnesty, kowtowed frantically a few times before leading his security guards away in a huff. The fate of Wu Zhonghai and Wu Run was now of no concern to him.
"Heh, Young Master Wu, shouldn't we settle our score separately now?" Song Qiao sneered, shaking his pistol, a murderous glint in his eyes.
"Bastard, I advise you to let us go immediately. Otherwise, the Wu family will never let you off." Despite his fear, Wu Zhonghai put on a brave front.
"It seems you won't learn until you see the coffin." *Bang!* Song Qiao shot Wu Zhonghai's left leg again. Blood splattered everywhere.
"Ah!" "Song Qiao, I hope you die a horrible death." He writhed on the ground in agony, spewing curses. Song Qiao looked at him indifferently, raised his gun, and this time aimed at his head.
"Don't, don't do anything rash, let's talk properly." Wu Run, standing beside him, turned deathly pale. She immediately knelt before Song Qiao. "Please don't kill us, we'll leave now." Wu Zhonghai had lost all reason, but she had not. If Song Qiao killed Wu Zhonghai, as the sole enemy witness present, Song Qiao's methods meant there was almost no chance of her survival.
"Oh?" "And how do you plan to beg me?" Song Qiao watched her feign a pitiable appearance, raising an eyebrow with a playful expression.
"I, I can serve you well." Wu Run had given up all pretense. She casually opened her clothes and winked at Song Qiao.
"Ugh." Song Qiao immediately felt nauseous. Wu Run's features were disproportionate, and her current seductive pose made her look utterly disgusting.
"Stop wasting your effort. I don't want to see a pile of dung undressing in front of me. Lest I develop an eye for the truly hideous." Song Qiao swept her a disgusted glance and insulted her without mercy. He had been waiting for an opportunity to retaliate for her earlier humiliation of Wu Meng.
"Song Qiao, you bastard." Wu Run was enraged by his scorn. She had lowered herself, expecting Song Qiao to be tempted. Instead, she was met with utter disdain. Faced with this, even if she wanted to live, she erupted like a madwoman.
"Heh, you heartless, ugly slut, you actually think you're a flower." "Someone like you, naked, wouldn't even attract a stray dog's attention." Song Qiao, driven by his desire for revenge for Wu Meng, spared no vile word.
Just then, the police, whom Li Feng had called, finally arrived. Because this was Shanshui Resort, the officer in charge was Jiang Ke, the chief inspector of the patrol division.
"What's going on? Stop everything!" he roared as he entered, without asking for details. Wu Zhonghai immediately saw a savior. Gritting his teeth against the pain in his legs, he crawled to Jiang Ke. "Chief Inspector Jiang, I am Wu Zhonghai of the Wu family. Someone is openly committing violence with a gun here." He wisely announced his identity first, pointing to his gunshot wounds in feigned agony.
As expected, upon hearing that Wu Zhonghai was a scion of the prestigious Wu family in the capital, Jiang Ke became more attentive. His stance naturally shifted towards Wu Zhonghai. He looked up, coldly sizing up Song Qiao, and said impatiently, "Someone dares to attack the Young Master Wu? Guards, arrest him first."
"Yes." Several patrol officers immediately produced handcuffs and moved to apprehend Song Qiao.
"Hold on!" "Is this how your patrol division enforces the law?" Song Qiao exploded in anger, shouting at Jiang Ke. The man was clearly acting corruptly without even understanding the situation.
"That's right, what's your problem, kid?" "Publicly carrying a gun on Chinese territory is a major offense." Jiang Ke sneered, and his officers raised their guns, aiming at Song Qiao. "Surrender obediently, or I have the right to shoot you on the spot."
"We were acting in self-defense. I was being held hostage by these two, and Song Qiao used his gun to save me." Wu Meng, unable to stand by any longer, stepped forward to defend Song Qiao.
"I don't care about you..." Jiang Ke was about to retort when his eyes landed on Wu Meng. His eyes lit up, and he couldn't look away. "What a beautiful young lady, exactly my type." He chuckled and said to Wu Meng, "As long as you accompany me well today, I'll let this boy go, what do you say?" He then turned and exchanged knowing smiles with his officers, clearly viewing Wu Meng as his conquest.
"You... you scoundrel!" Wu Meng's face flushed crimson with anger, speechless at the thought that even among the patrol officers there were scumbags.
The next second, Song Qiao, moving like a phantom, flashed before Jiang Ke and slapped him hard across the face. "You bastard, why don't you have your mother accompany you to bed?"