Song Jun, after dealing with several of Antony’s subordinates, smoothly entered the lobby of the Atlantis Hotel.
As soon as he walked in, the gunfire inside was incessant, chilling the listeners to the bone.
"Song Jun?"
At this moment, Xiao Cheng, who was sitting in the hotel lobby’s lounge area, called out. Song Jun turned his head and saw Xiao Cheng sitting there with his legs crossed, casually playing with the gun in his hand.
Beside him were Qing Sihui and Antina.
"Why are you guys sitting here?"
He stopped, turned, and walked to the lounge area, his icy gaze fixed on them.
Xiao Cheng leaned back on the sofa, lazily raising an eyebrow. "What's the rush? It's not too late to wait a bit longer. Qing Muye won't escape today, even with wings."
With victory assured, it seemed a thorough plan had been laid.
"Did Antony send you?"
Qing Sihui leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. He held a cigarette in his right hand, his sinister face showing a hint of excitement.
"One hundred million to buy his head."
The "he" naturally referred to Qing Muye.
"Oh ho? Heh heh."
Xiao Cheng's handsome face was filled with a smile, and he chuckled. He glanced at Qing Sihui, and their expressions were intriguing.
*Buzz buzz—*
Just then, Antina, sitting beside Xiao Cheng, felt her phone vibrate.
She leaned back on the sofa, unlocked her phone screen, and a message popped up: [Meng Jingwei went to Xishan Villa.]
Then, a second message arrived: [Location].
The sender had sent a precise location.
Antina glanced at the message on her phone and then subtly eyed Xiao Cheng. Seeing that he was looking at Song Jun and talking to him, not paying attention to her phone, Antina secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good, let's see your performance."
Xiao Cheng had high expectations for Song Jun.
Qing Sihui, on the side, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up, stretching his neck and shoulders. "I can't miss the exciting part of the hunt."
He planned to follow Song Jun and witness firsthand how he took down Qing Muye.
Only when he personally saw that man die would he feel at ease.
"That makes sense."
Xiao Cheng agreed wholeheartedly.
The few of them got up and proceeded up to the second floor via the stairwell.
As soon as they emerged from the stairwell, several bullets whizzed past, hitting the wall with loud bangs and scattering fragments.
Xiao Cheng retreated, narrowly dodging them.
Song Jun pulled Xiao Cheng behind him, gripping his gun with both hands. He fired a few shots down the corridor, then crouched down, flipped forward, and leaned against the opposite wall, slowly making his way towards the lobby.
The highly excited Qing Sihui also followed. "Today, I must see how Qing Muye dies! In the Qing family, either he is gone or I am, or I am gone or he is!"
Destined to be irreconcilable, it was a matter of life and death, to be decided by their own capabilities.
"Antina, stay behind me and be careful."
Xiao Cheng looked back at Antina and shook his head with some concern.
This was supposed to be a decisive battle, and he didn't want to bring Antina along, but he couldn't resist her stubbornness.
Helplessly, he had to bring her.
"Don't worry about me."
Antina, with her ponytail tied up, smiled at him, full of confidence.
As they joined the fray, the scene was truly a rain of bullets, with screams and the sound of things breaking intertwined, chaotic and dangerous.
But Qing Muye was a skilled fighter; it was not easy to eliminate him.
Weaving through the chaos, they couldn't find Qing Muye for a long time, and then they headed towards the third floor.
The first seven floors of the hotel were large banquet halls, and above the seventh floor were the hotel suites, which were heavily guarded and difficult to enter.
After searching for more than twenty minutes, they still hadn't found Qing Muye. Just then, Xiao Cheng suddenly realized that Antina had disappeared at some point.