"Seeking death!"
In the small banquet hall, Song Qiao let out an angry roar as he looked at the figure in the crowd!
A black-clad figure with a cold expression appeared within the throng. Unfazed by the surrounding clamor, his eyes were filled with a look of resolute defiance.
This was undoubtedly a trained assassin!
At this moment, the figure heard Li Bingqing's words and instantly turned his gun towards Ye Zhiwei.
The situation was critical!
Those around Ye Zhiwei shoved each other as they fled, accidentally knocking her to the ground!
As the black-clad figure was about to pull the trigger, Song Qiao's true qi erupted, and his body moved like a phantom, charging towards the assassin.
Before the assassin could pull the trigger again, he was already upon him. Song Qiao kicked the gun out of his hand, then followed with another kick to the chest, sending the man flying backward!
This time, he showed no mercy. The moment he made contact, he infused the opponent's body with his violent true qi.
While still in mid-air, the man spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest bone caved in. He then slammed hard against the wall and, upon falling to the ground, let out his last breath.
Song Qiao stood where the assassin had been, and after confirming the man's death, his gaze turned coldly towards Li Bingqing in the distance.
Upon meeting such a gaze, Li Bingqing felt an icy chill run through her body, as if she had been doused with a bucket of ice water in the dead of winter.
She had never seen such murderous intent in Song Qiao's eyes before.
In her memory, he always seemed to carry an air of indifference.
This was, of course, because Song Qiao was truly enraged!
In the next moment, without giving Li Bingqing a chance to escape, he flickered and appeared before her.
"Li Bingqing, you dare to play dirty tricks, you're asking for death!"
With an angry roar, Song Qiao raised his hand and fiercely gripped her slender, fair neck.
Li Bingqing had barely any time to react and possessed no ability to resist. She could only raise her hand to tightly grasp his arm, which was like an iron clamp.
"You... what are you going to do?"
She looked at Song Qiao, mere inches away, and managed to force out a few words from her throat with difficulty.
Could it be that Song Qiao dared to kill her in public?
A terrifying thought arose in her mind.
Li Bingqing could feel the air and her life force draining from her chest...
She struggled desperately, almost crushed by Song Qiao's forceful and imposing demeanor.
On the brink of death, she felt a peculiar sensation.
This was a true man, a man she likely couldn't handle.
Li Bingqing couldn't help but recall Zhou Yuan, who used to kneel before her, wagging his tail, and other subservient subordinates.
Compared to them, perhaps Song Qiao was the real man.
As her neck was choked tighter and tighter, the feeling of her life being held in another's hands made her feel intensely humiliated, yet also a strange sensation.
At this moment, she had no power to resist. Her throat, caught in his grip, gradually tightened, making breathing increasingly difficult. Instinctively, she opened her mouth wide, but her head grew more and more oxygen-deprived.
She thought, surely she must look hideous right now?
As her head grew increasingly heavy, in less than half a minute, she was on the verge of death.
"Song Qiao! What are you doing!"
Just then, Mo Ling, witnessing this scene, rushed forward and grabbed Song Qiao's arm.
"Let her go first!"
She tried to pry Song Qiao's hand away, but it was no use. His arm was as hard as forged steel.
"Don't waste your efforts. This woman wanted to kill Ye Zhiwei, and even you."
"You shouldn't be helping her."
Song Qiao's words, tinged with anger, seemed to seal Li Bingqing's fate.
"No, it wasn't her who arranged this!"
Mo Ling immediately reacted.
"This assassin was definitely not sent by Li Bingqing. Believe me!"
Her words were firm.
"I can't guarantee other things, but Li Bingqing would absolutely not try to kill me. If something happened to me, she would immediately lose more than half of her leverage."
"If she wanted to defeat you, she would never do this."
"Therefore, whoever sent this assassin must be someone else."
Her words gave Song Qiao pause for thought. The mind clouded by rage began to calm slightly.
He glanced at Li Bingqing, who was struggling to breathe, and then released his grip.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Li Bingqing coughed, staggering several steps back. She frantically clutched her neck, gasping for air, and it took a long time for her to recover.
Seeing that Li Bingqing was alright, Mo Ling breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Song Qiao.
"Song Qiao, I promise you, I will find out who sent this assassin."
"It's not convenient to talk here now, but I will have people investigate immediately later."
This time, Mo Ling showed a rare display of composure in front of Song Qiao.
Song Qiao glanced at Li Bingqing. Now that he had calmed down a bit, he realized it was indeed unlikely.
The assassin had aimed two shots specifically at Mo Ling earlier. Li Bingqing indeed had no motive for that.
However, he remained silent for now. He merely cast a glance at Li Bingqing beside him before walking to Ye Zhiwei, his expression instantly softening.
"Are you alright? I saw you get pushed down earlier, are you hurt?"
"I'm fine."
Ye Zhiwei shook her head. Seeing Song Qiao's concern for her, she couldn't help but feel a little smug. She then looked Song Qiao up and down.
"It's you, how are you? Your arm is bleeding."
Song Qiao's arm had a wound grazed by a bullet.
"Don't worry, it's actually not bleeding anymore."
He glanced at the graze on his arm, but seemed unconcerned.
With the help of his true qi, the wound had stopped bleeding and was even beginning to heal.
The blood flowing now was just for show.
After confirming Ye Zhiwei was unharmed, Song Qiao turned and walked back to Li Bingqing.
By this time, Li Bingqing had finally recovered somewhat. Seeing Song Qiao approach her again, she instinctively took a small step back in fear. Then, feeling she shouldn't show weakness, she gritted her teeth and glared at the man before her.
Seeing this, Song Qiao merely sneered.
"Heh, a woman like you really can't play fair."