Chapter 1217: Plotting Against Xinhao Hotel

The first phase of Xinhao Hotel was already in operation.

The conditions were quite good, even significantly better than those at Century Casino. Of course, this was mainly because Xinhao Hotel was built later; naturally, what comes later is better than what came before. It might not qualify as luxurious, but it was certainly not dirty, chaotic, or substandard.

Moreover, Xinhao Hotel actually did have a casino, just not as large as Century Casino's. With profits from other businesses declining, Sang Kang had therefore launched the second phase of construction; as mentioned earlier, Huang Zuyao was building the casino. According to Shen Yang Jian Dong, as relayed by Shen Xing, Sang Kang intended to make Xinhao Hotel the largest establishment in Xiao Mo Nong.

Ruthlessly extracting wealth from domestic gamblers...

After having dinner at the second-phase construction site, Wang Yan took the two Su sisters to stay in the best suite at Xinhao Hotel.

The service was very attentive; a phone call brought a woman if one desired a woman, and a phone call brought dishes if one desired food. The overall environment was also cleaned extremely thoroughly.

The rooms were not cheap, only slightly better than those at the Black Shop. Of course, tourists came here precisely for this experience, to feel the illegality. As long as one had money, the service was maxed out and entirely sufficient.

After settling Zhao Zi Ying, who had once again fallen into a deep sleep, Wang Yan finally removed his blood-stained clothes and shoes, took a bath with Su Su, and helped her relieve the stress of the day.

Wang Yan truly did help.

Because he could clearly feel that today's Su Su was wilder than before, possessing a sense of "life is short, enjoy the moment," and she was exerting herself tremendously.

Of course, Wang Yan had never feared any opponent, that was all...

After making love, before falling asleep.

Wang Yan held a cigarette in his mouth, clacking away on his computer. Su Su, wrapped in the quilt, also held a cigarette in her mouth.

Su Su had already accepted Wang Yan's skill with computers. Because she discovered that Wang Yan hid his depths profoundly; she always felt like looking at flowers through fog, unable to see clearly. He was right before her eyes, yet occasionally seemed far away at the edge of the sky, giving people a mysterious and powerful sense of unreality.

She asked, "What are your plans for the future? Just working on construction projects here?"

"It's quite good; you're starting to plan for the future."

"There's hope then."

Wang Yan smiled and said, "We certainly must continue the construction projects; there is still plenty of land, enough to develop for quite a long time. As for the plans you mentioned, you will have to think about how to acquire those lands for development."

"Starting another business? Isn't that enough?"

"When has there ever been enough of such matters? Besides, we have already tasted the sweetness of it. Furthermore, can one make money by running legitimate businesses here? You have opened a shop before; don't you know the situation?"

Su Su fell silent for a moment, then said, "You want to seize this hotel? And then open a casino?"

"Smart. Huge profits with little investment, guaranteed earnings with no losses; how wonderful is that, don't you agree?"

"Didn't you say this hotel belongs to a warlord? You dare touch even that? You truly have lived long enough."

Wang Yan laughed heartily: "Didn't I also say that the warlord was beaten into fleeing across the mountains? By the time he comes to settle accounts with me, I will show him who the real warlord is."

"You are just one person; those workers have it hard, all of them honest people working to earn money. I still think you are seeking death."

"You said the same thing when I offended Chen Hao before."

"You cannot survive every single time."

"But as long as I survive, I become stronger. Are you with me or not?"

"Where else could I go?" Su Su shook her head. "Let's die together."

"Say less of such unlucky words in the future; it will definitely be others who die." Wang Yan waved his hand. "Alright, stop worrying about me. Just remember this: as long as I do not die, you will certainly live well; if anyone is to die, it will be me before you sisters. It is that simple."

While speaking, he turned off the computer, got into bed, and embraced Su Su. "Let's sleep."

"I can't sleep; every time I close my eyes, I see corpses..." Su Su shook her head.

"Then you are simply not tired enough. Come, come, let's exercise a bit more."

Thus, the room was once again filled with sounds of sensual pleasure...

The next day, Wang Yan woke up as usual, fried medicinal herbs for Zhao Zi Ying in the hotel kitchen, and prepared a medicated porridge for breakfast; by the time he returned to the room, Zhao Zi Ying was already standing by the window with disheveled hair, gazing at the scenery.

Leaning against the window, watching the hotel staff push a cart in to place the medicine and porridge on the dining table, she said to Wang Yan, "I feel that sleeping like this every day is actually quite nice; every time I wake up, it is in a different place, which feels quite novel."

Over the past month or so, Zhao Zi Ying's condition had actually improved considerably. Since she was unconscious for the vast majority of the time, regardless of whether she missed those substances, she ultimately had not relapsed. Apart from mental confusion caused by oversleeping and her brain not functioning quite normally, she had not suffered much.

Wang Yan said, "You cannot wish to sleep forever; in another half-month, you will no longer need to sleep, so just hold on a little longer."

"Really? That's wonderful!" Zhao Zi Ying immediately became elated.

"Not good anymore?"

"I had no choice back then."

Wang Yan smiled faintly: "Do not get your hopes up too early; being awake will definitely be more uncomfortable than being unconscious; you will have to endure it all yourself. Eat your breakfast."

He served a bowl of porridge for Zhao Zi Ying; without waking Su Su, the two of them began eating breakfast.

"Su Su told me everything; you killed recklessly and terrified the high-ranking official."

"Mm."

"Actually, none of us died; I feel quite regretful; it would have been better if we had died."

Wang Yan glanced at him, symbolically wiped his waist, pulled out a handgun, and slapped it onto the table.

Zhao Zi Ying shivered and said unhappily, "Su Su said not to scare me."

"I won't listen."

"I won't listen either."

Zhao Zi Ying stood up, sat beside Wang Yan, pressed herself tightly against him, and her hands began groping. "Su Su isn't awake yet; even if she wakes up, it doesn't matter; let's enjoy ourselves together."

She persistently seduced Wang Yan, as if this were her game.

Wang Yan showed no reaction; only when her hand slid under his waistband did he turn his head to look at her.

Zhao Zi Ying boldly continued reaching downward, but then retreated under Wang Yan's gaze, honestly withdrew her hand, and sat back opposite him.

"Ah, Su Su is awake?"

She looked behind Wang Yan, where Su Su stood leaning against the wall with arms crossed, staring fixedly at her.

Su Su hummed in acknowledgment, acting as if she had seen nothing just now. She went to the side, picked up a bottle of mineral water, and gulped it down loudly, combed her hair a couple of times, then sat beside Wang Yan to drink her porridge.

"What are the arrangements for today?" she asked.

"After finishing breakfast and after she finishes her medicine, you two will go stay at the construction site for another day. Barring any unexpected events, this hotel will change its name this afternoon."

Su Su hummed in acknowledgment and said nothing more. Since speaking was useless anyway, what else was there to say?

So the three of them had breakfast together, washed up, and after Zhao Xu Ziyang had taken her medicine, they sat in the living room of the suite, chatting idly now and then. By a little past nine, Zhao Xu Ziyang's condition became somewhat abnormal, so Wang Yan decisively knocked her unconscious.

Afterwards, they packed their things, went out, got into the car, and drove toward the Phase II construction site behind.

"Brother Yan, Sister-in-law," Shen Xing, who had nothing to do, came out to greet them.

By now, the construction site had already started work; Guo Li Min and Old Ma were both over there, and they both had a strong sense of ownership.

Wang Yan nodded, then carried Zhao Xu Ziyang out from the back seat: "Go tidy up the office and let her lie down."

"Got it."

Shen Xing responded, fetched a folding bed, grabbed a quilt, pillows, and so on, and helped settle Zhao Xu Ziyang.

"Alright, you keep an eye on her. If anything comes up, call me."

After giving instructions to Susu, Wang Yan turned and was about to leave.

"Hey, Brother Yan," Shen Xing quickly called out. Seeing Wang Yan turn back, he said, "Brother Yan, you have many ways; give me some pointers. Where should I start?"

"I have many ways, but I don't know much. Figure it out yourself. If anything comes up, call me. We've known each other for a while and seem to get along; if I can help, I will. I have other matters to attend to; I'm off."

Wang Yan waved his hand and left decisively.

Shen Xing sighed helplessly, wanting to sit back down and have a cigarette to calm his nerves, but then he saw Susu sitting over there painting. At that moment, Susu also looked up at him, and he nodded politely.

"Sister-in-law, you stay here. If anything comes up, just call out; I'll be off now."

After saying that and receiving Susu's polite nod in response, he went out, wandering aimlessly, trying to find news about his uncle...

As for Wang Yan, after driving away from the construction site, he went straight to the Century Casino.

Before his car had even stopped moving, Yan Baimei, with a messy hairstyle and disheveled clothes, ran over and opened the car door for Wang Yan.

"Wang Laoban, what's up?"

"Look at you," Wang Yan pointed at himself. "Am I that scary?"

"No, absolutely not. It's just that my subordinates told me Wang Laoban was coming, so I was afraid of neglecting you, Wang Laoban, and rushed over, rushed over." Yan Baimei wore a look of ingratiating flattery. "Please come upstairs, Wang Laoban. I just bought some Japanese Yamazaki whisky. They say Japanese whisky is very good too. I don't understand liquor; Wang Laoban, please taste and judge."

Wang Yan smiled and followed Yan Baimei to the office on the second floor.

As soon as they entered and sat down, Yan Baimei eagerly served Wang Yan, pouring him a drink.

Wang Yan, of course, had no mind to chat about whisky. He took a sip, directly lit a cigarette, and asked: "Tell me, how is the situation at Xinhao Hotel?"

"Regarding Sang Kang's matter, Wang Laoban knows. The current manager of Xinhao Hotel is named Ang Qi; he has followed Sang Kang for five years and is quite trusted. Also, because of the local advantages of Xiaomoluo, there are rumors that he is cooperating with Fourth Master to ship goods to Huaxia. Fourth Master is named Yan Xu Degui; just from the name, you can tell he is Huaxian. He came to Sanbianpo thirty years ago and started by trading cattle; now he is the largest border trade boss in our area, very powerful."

"Ang Qi runs Xinhao Hotel mainly to attract Huaxia gamblers. He keeps a pack of dogs to lure tourists and also brings customers to other venues. Additionally, there is a karaoke hall and a massage parlor, mainly dealing in flesh-and-blood business. He has dozens of men under him and is quite famous in Xiaomoluo."

"Tell me where he is."

"He lives in a suite at Xinhao Hotel. At this time, he should be drinking tea at the hotel."

"Just that one sentence, and you made it so difficult to say."

Yan Baimei apologized with a smile: "Wang Laoban, we have to consider Fourth Master."

"Should I also consider that so-called Brother Cai you mentioned?"

"No, no, no, Wang Laoban, don't misunderstand. We are not on the same side as Fourth Master or Xinhao Hotel. Brother Cai is the biggest border water boss, but he mainly delivers goods to Luoyang. We have occasional business dealings with Fourth Master and Sang Kang, but they are not close."

"Moreover, the nature of the matters is different. Wang Laoban, the money I give you is my own money. Although Brother Cai stands behind me, it has not affected the casino's business; his money is earned just the same, so it does not affect him. Therefore, Brother Cai has made no move and has not come to visit Wang Laoban."

"But the situation between Fourth Master and Sang Kang is different. There is an old Huaxia saying: 'No wind, no waves.' They must still have some connection. Involving these things, Wang Laoban, you know, the profits are huge. If you kill Ang Qi, you cut off Fourth Master's money. Sang Kang is in the mountains, too far to reach, but Fourth Master is a trouble right in front of you."

"Where is Fourth Master?" Wang Yan's words were simple and direct.

"In a village not far outside Xiaomoluo, called Mengzhu, five kilometers from Xiaomoluo."

Yan Baimei's voice even trembled as he replied, because he understood what Wang Yan intended to do. This was too fierce, even more Sanbianpo than Sanbianpo. Although he had already experienced it twice, he still couldn't accept it.

Someone with absolutely no fear of death, too crazy.

Wang Yan nodded, downed the whisky in his cup in one gulp, extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, and decisively stood up to leave.

Yan Baimei again eagerly escorted him to the door, urging Wang Yan to come often. Only after Wang Yan's car taillights disappeared from sight did he take out his phone, find a number, and make a call.

"Brother Cai..."

Wang Yan thought simply, and of course, for him, doing it was just as simple.

First, deal with Ang Qi and take over Xinhao Hotel. Then, go to the door proactively to see if that Fourth Master is really so eager to die. Then it's done; it's just that simple.

Wang Yan parked his car again at the entrance of Phase I of Xinhao Hotel.

The security guard at the entrance still remembered Wang Yan, because yesterday Wang Yan's entrance was somewhat unique, covered in blood, clearly a ruthless person. So he actively came forward to help park the car.

But Wang Yan did not give him the keys; instead, he smiled and asked: "Where is Manager Ang Qi? I have business to discuss with him."

The security guard was stunned for a moment, then asked Wang Yan to wait, turned back, and communicated with the leader. The leader looked at Wang Yan, then took out his phone and called the main person in charge.

Shortly after, the leader hung up the phone and waved to Wang Yan: "Mr., please follow me."

Still quite friendly and polite.

Wang Yan, with his hands behind his back, leisurely followed the man into the hotel, took the elevator to the suite area on the top floor, and knocked on one of the room doors.

The one who opened the door was a subordinate, obviously a trusted aide. He had the characteristic ferocity of Sanbianpo; the look in his eyes said, "I'm not someone to mess with."

Wang Yan stepped inside. The head of security did not leave but followed in, closed the door, and stood at the entrance.

Besides these two, there were three people in the room. One was a beautiful woman, one looked like a small-time boss or fighter, and the last one was the main person, Ang Qi.

Ang Qi was not hard to recognize; he was in his thirties, exuding a certain steadiness. He wore a floral shirt, a jade pendant around his neck, a gold ring with a large face on his hand, and a Rolex watch. The others also behaved very respectfully.

"Speak, what business?" Ang Qi glanced over, didn't even ask Wang Yan to sit, and showed a certain arrogance, displaying the authority of a big shot.

Wang Yan walked over, sat on the sofa opposite Ang Qi, looked at him with a smile, and said: "I want this Xinhao Hotel; you assist me in taking it over."

As soon as these words were spoken, the room instantly fell silent.

Immediately, Ang Qi burst into loud laughter. The two bodyguards in the room, as well as the security team leader, all drew their guns, naturally preparing to cock them.

Just at that moment, Wang Yan quickly drew his pistol, fired three shots—bang, bang, bang—piercing the wrists of the three men holding the guns.

So Ang Qi stopped laughing.

He froze in place, like a chicken with its neck pinched.

The only woman in the room opened her mouth to scream, but upon seeing the gun barrel aimed at her, she clamped her hands tightly over her lips, leaving only muffled sobs.

Wang Yan then turned his head, fired a shot with a bang, killing the security captain who had been trying to sneakily retrieve a gun, and signaled the bodyguards to collect all the weapons and bring them over.

After all this, Wang Yan lit a cigarette, nodded toward Ang Qi, and said, "Go ahead, keep laughing."

Ang Qi swallowed hard and asked tentatively, "Are you Wang Yan?"

"Am I that famous?"

"You stormed out of our hotel's Phase II construction site, robbed Yan Baimei, and nearly killed President Chen of the Elephant Dragon Chamber of Commerce; everyone in Sanbianpo knows your name."

"Will you cooperate?"

"Will I survive?"

"You must cooperate."

"I'll cooperate," Ang Qi nodded repeatedly, then added, "But Mr. Wang, I must remind you: the Xinhao Hotel isn't mine; it belongs to Sang Kang. Also, I wonder if you've heard of Fourth Master?"

"I've already heard about him. So Sang Kang is truly collaborating with this Fourth Master to ship goods into Huaxia?"

"Yes."

"Are you trying to scare me?"

"Dare not, dare not; I merely fear Mr. Wang will unnecessarily invite trouble. The hotel is a small matter; this affair, however, is a major one."

Wang Yan smiled without comment, then loaded the three guns on the table and ordered, "Gather everyone from the hotel in the open area at the rear."

"Yes."

Ang Qi acknowledged the order, turned to the trembling woman covering her mouth, and snapped, "Why aren't you going yet?"

He then looked at his two subordinates whose wrists had been shot through and said, "Tend to your wounds, carry the corpse outside, and also assemble at the rear."

The two bodyguards nodded hastily, tore nearby curtains into strips to bind their wrists, then gritted their teeth against the pain, each grabbing one arm to carry the security captain's corpse away.

"This way, Mr. Wang," Ang Qi said, gesturing with his hand.

Thus Wang Yan followed Ang Qi to the open area at the rear.

This spot lay about a hundred meters from the Phase II construction site behind; the land between was reserved for landscaping, though other structures might also be planned. How it would be developed, Wang Yan did not know.

The attractive woman who actually managed the hotel worked with high efficiency; by the time Wang Yan and Ang Qi emerged, several dozen people were already standing there.

Not long after, the woman approached, trembling.

"Mr. Wang, everyone has arrived."

"Everyone?"

"Yes, Mr. Wang; even all the dealers from the casino are here," the woman replied in a trembling voice.

Wang Yan said, "From this moment onward, the Xinhao Hotel belongs to me. To formally introduce myself to everyone, come now, Manager Ang Qi, kneel down."

"Mr. Wang?" Ang Qi turned his head, eyes wide.

"Why so much nonsense?"

Wang Yan slapped him across the face and kicked the back of his knee.

He then pulled a gun from his pocket, racked the slide with a click, and beckoned to the security guard who had earlier offered to park his car at the entrance.

"You, come here."

The latter approached hesitantly.

At this moment, Ang Qi shouted loudly, "Mr. Wang, you said you wouldn't kill me! Mr. Wang..."

His voice was extremely shrill and mournful.

Wang Yan bent down slightly and patiently explained, "I said you must cooperate. Your death is cooperation. Shut your mouth and obey. If you stay quiet, I'll let you die quickly. If you keep screaming, things will become much worse for you..."

So Ang Qi fell silent; he trembled, bracing for death, and had even urinated in his pants.

The young security guard stepped forward.

"What's your name?"

"Zhang Yuquan."

"Are you from Huaxia?"

"I'm of Huaxia descent."

Zhang Yuquan's reply also trembled; he was extremely nervous. Facing death, few can remain composed; even watching someone else die, few can stay calm.

Wang Yan took his hand and slapped the gun into his palm.

"Shoot him dead."

Zhang Yuquan looked down at the gun, then at Ang Qi, then at Wang Yan, then at the entire hotel staff watching nervously from nearby, and even glanced back toward the faint silhouettes of guests visible inside the hotel behind them.

Then he gritted his teeth and decisively pressed the gun against the back of Ang Qi's head.

Bang~