Chapter 272

Provincial capital, Fengjing!

At the Long'an Hotel, a Mercedes-Benz stopped at the hotel entrance, and Han Long got out from the passenger seat.

Then the rear door opened, and a foot wearing a high heel stretched out, followed by a straight, long leg covered by a white skirt, and finally, Watching Tong Xiao's beautiful and exquisite face.

Carrying a small bag and wearing a white dress, her tall figure and exquisite face, especially stepping out of a Mercedes, immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Watching Tong Xiao tucked the hair that had been blown messy by the wind behind her ear, then stepped onto the stairs and entered the hotel.

In the general manager's office on the top floor of the hotel, a young man in his thirties with a thin, narrow face, high cheekbones, and a full head of white hair sat in a large boss chair, fiddling with a tea set.

A large man came in from outside and said respectfully: "Brother Yong, the person is here."

Hua Yong didn't even look up as he said: "Let her in."

The large man turned and went out. Soon, Watching Tong Xiao entered. Han Long tried to follow, but was stopped by the large man who reached out his hand: "You can't go in."

Han Long narrowed his eyes, but Watching Tong Xiao waved her hand: "Brother Long, just wait outside."

Han Long nodded. He didn't force his way in, but stood outside the door.

Hua Yong looked up, and when he saw Watching Tong Xiao, his small eyes suddenly lit up: "Miss Tong, Seventh Uncle has already told me everything. There's no need to make things so complicated if you want that Zhou Andong's life."

"Oh?" Watching Tong Xiao asked: "What do you want to do?"

Hua Yong stood up, walked around the desk, came to Watching Tong Xiao, reached out his hand, and lifted Watching Tong Xiao's chin: "Spend the night with me, and tomorrow I'll send two brothers over to blow him away with a gun."

Watching Tong Xiao smiled slightly, turned slowly, took a step forward, and then suddenly raised her right hand, swung it in a half-circle, and slapped Hua Yong hard across the face.

With a crisp "pop," the slap made Hua Yong see stars, and blood began to trickle from the corner of his mouth. He couldn't have dreamed in his wildest dreams that this woman would actually dare to hit him.

"You stinking bitch, you dare to hit me."

Hua Yong was full of murderous intent and was just about to make a move on Watching Tong Xiao when he heard the door crash open with a bang. The large man flew in, accompanied by a scream, and then slammed heavily onto the floor, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Han Long walked in expressionlessly, the dark muzzle of his gun pointed at Hua Yong: "Let's see if your hand is faster, or the bullet."

Hua Yong's expression kept changing, and he slowly lowered his raised hand.

Watching Tong Xiao's face was covered in a layer of frost. She took out a handkerchief from her bag, wiped her right hand vigorously, and then threw the handkerchief on the floor.

"Didn't Old Seventh Fu tell you who I am?" After saying this, Watching Tong Xiao turned and walked out: "Let's go, Brother Long!"

Han Long put away the gun and escorted Watching Tong Xiao out. To their surprise, they didn't encounter any obstruction until they got into the car.

"Brother Long, call Old Seventh Fu. He even dared to scheme against me. He really is getting old and tired of living."

Han Long took out his mobile phone and dialed a string of numbers. After waiting a while, the other party answered: "Old Seventh Fu, Xiaoxiao wants to see you. Go to the Qingquan Tea House."

Without giving the other party a chance to speak, he hung up the phone.

Old Seventh Fu was in his sixties, less than 1.7 meters tall, with a lean, wiry build and a face full of wrinkles, making him look much older than his actual age.

At this moment, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room, the phone still in his hand, his eyes flickering constantly.

This old thing could be considered highly virtuous and respected. As long as you were in the Fengjing underworld, no matter how awesome or glorious you were, you had to respectfully call him Seventh Uncle when you saw him.

But Hua Yong, who had suddenly risen to power a few years ago, was not only ruthless but also very ambitious. On the surface, he was respectful to him, but behind his back, he threatened to kill him and consolidate the Fengjing underground forces.

In fact, he was also very wary of Hua Yong and was looking for a way to get rid of him. It just so happened that the eldest daughter of the Tong family found him and asked for his help.

Then he thought of Hua Yong, a guy who was not only ruthless but also very lecherous.

After Hua Yong met Watching Tong Xiao, he would definitely be overcome by lust. When that happened, a conflict would occur, and given the prowess of the person by Watching Tong Xiao's side, Hua Yong would undoubtedly die.

He had indeed guessed right, but there was one thing he hadn't guessed right. Hua Yong wasn't as stupid as he thought. Watching Tong Xiao's slap, the last words she said, and the gun in Han Long's hand all pointed to one problem: this woman had a very powerful background, so powerful that it would make him unable to see tomorrow's sun.

"Pop!"

Old Seventh Fu put down the phone and muttered to himself: "As expected of a woman raised by a big family, she's actually this shrewd. My calculation was wrong."

After thinking for a while, Old Seventh Fu picked up the phone again and dialed a string of numbers. After a long while, a low, oppressive voice came through the receiver.

"This is Chang Peide!"

Old Seventh Fu said hurriedly: "Leader, it's Old Seventh. There's something I need to tell you."

The other party asked: "What is it!"

Old Seventh Fu said: "Yesterday, Miss Tong found me and asked for a favor. You know, my health is poor, and I don't have the energy to do anything, so I introduced her to Hua Yong.

But I forgot to mention her identity to Hua Yong. Just now, Miss Tong's bodyguard called me and wants to meet with me. The tone seemed very angry, and I guess there was a conflict with Hua Yong..."

"Foolish!" Before Old Seventh Fu could finish, the other party barked: "Don't you know what kind of person Hua Yong is?"

Across the phone line, Old Seventh Fu could feel the pressure. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and didn't dare to speak.

The other party snorted coldly: "Where is she meeting you, and when?"

Old Seventh Fu said: "Now, at the Qingquan Tea House."

The other party pondered for a moment: "Fine, go ahead. I'll be there shortly."

Hearing this, Old Seventh Fu let out a long sigh of relief. He stood up, put on his black fedora, took his yellow rosewood cane, went out the door, and got into a BMW.

"Dawei, go to the Qingquan Tea House."

"Alright!" The driver, who was also Old Seventh Fu's bodyguard, started the car and headed straight for the Qingquan Tea House.

The road wasn't far; it took just over ten minutes to arrive. Old Seventh Fu got out of the car, looked up at the three characters "Qingquan Tea House," and stepped through the door.

A waiter hurried over: "Sir, how many in your party?"

Old Seventh Fu said: "I'm here to find someone."

"Oh!" The waiter said: "You're looking for Miss Tong, right? She's in the Listening to Rain Pavilion on the second floor."

"Thank you!" Old Seventh Fu leaned on his cane and climbed the stairs, looking very strained.

Dawei, who was following behind, said: "Seventh Uncle, let me help you up."

"No need!" Old Seventh Fu waved his hand. It took a long while to get up, and after catching his breath, he looked up and saw the three characters "Listening to Rain Pavilion."

Dawei walked up quickly and raised his hand to knock on the door. Han Long's voice came from inside.

"Come in!"

"You wait outside," Old Seventh Fu said to Dawei, then pushed the door open and walked in.

"Hehehe..." Before speaking, Old Seventh Fu started laughing first: "Miss Tong, I hope things went smoothly."

Watching Tong Xiao looked at Old Seventh Fu with a smile, saying nothing.

Gradually, the smile on Old Seventh Fu's face disappeared. His throat bobbed, sweat beads broke out on his forehead, and he didn't even dare to sit down. Standing there, he felt as uncomfortable as if he had fleas on him.

After a long while, Watching Tong Xiao said coldly: "Old Seventh Fu, you've got a lot of nerve, daring to scheme against me."