"Clang!"
Song Qiao kicked the door, and it burst open. The door panel slammed hard against the wall, making a loud noise, then bounced back and closed by itself.
However, the hinges and lock were broken, so the door did not close tightly, giving it a shaky appearance.
Of course, no one cared about that.
Song Qiao's gaze swept over the six people inside.
They were the six leaders of the assassin organization "Kui Ba".
A tall, imposing man in his fifties sat in the center, the main seat, presumably the leader.
The other five were seated scattered around.
There were men and women, old and middle-aged.
At this moment, they all turned their heads upon noticing the commotion at the door.
Each of them exuded a murderous aura.
Anger flashed across their faces. "Guard! What's going on? Someone broke in!"
Song Qiao merely smiled indifferently. "Heh, I doubt your men can come up."
Not for any other reason than that Song Qiao had already made arrangements.
Chen Chen and Wei Feng had infiltrated earlier.
They had agreed with Song Qiao that as soon as he entered the hotel, they would begin their operation to clear out the gang members on the other floors.
Of course, with only the two of them, this was impossible. So, they had found some other people and made arrangements for this place. They had also infiltrated quietly.
Their entry had begun as early as a day or two prior.
The goal was to come in stealthily and avoid alerting the enemy.
Fortunately, this strategy was successful.
At this moment, Song Qiao glanced at the six stunned individuals and smiled, "Hello everyone, all present? Then come and kill me!"
His words made him sound like a madman.
At least, that's how the six leaders saw him, looking at him strangely, as if at someone who was already dead.
"Hmph, you walk into hell when heaven's gate is open!" said an old man in a Tang suit, sitting below the leader.
He turned his gaze to Song Qiao and Gao Meng.
His triangular eyes, filled with the cold sharpness of a venomous snake, coupled with his pale hair, a small goatee, and a thin face, made him look like a cunning fox or a viper.
As he spoke, he continuously rolled two egg-sized, gleaming spheres in his right hand, as if they could be thrown out at any moment.
And on the projection screen behind him, a large photo of Song Qiao and Gao Meng was displayed, with a car show as the background.
This was the latest information.
Below that photo were several of their past candid shots.
It seemed the other party already knew they were here to visit the car show.
This was not surprising, given the huge sensation Song Qiao and Gao Meng had caused, gaining international fame.
It was only natural that people in their own country would know about them.
Gao Meng stood by Song Qiao's side, facing these menacing figures without any fear. "No need to compare with the photos, we are the real people right here, Gao Meng, Song Qiao, no doubt about it!"
After speaking, she tilted her chin up, her eyelids lowered, full of defiance.
In the room, the leaders' eyes were cold, and they all roared in anger.
"You're dead!"
"How dare you, little girl, barge in here!"
"We'll capture you and sell you abroad to be a sex slave!"
The tall leader raised his right hand, and everyone fell silent.
Then, he spoke.
"I didn't expect you to be able to find this place; it saves us some trouble."
After saying this, he let out a cold laugh.
And as the old man spoke, Song Qiao, pulling Gao Meng along, walked to the table, pulled out an empty chair, and gestured for Gao Meng to sit.
He himself sat in another chair. "Don't mind us, you continue. I want to know how you plan to kill us!"
A middle-aged woman secretly channeled her energy into the darts she was playing with.
These Soul-Chasing Darts were her signature skill; many experts had died from her surprise attacks.
Her eyes gleamed with amusement. She let out a cold snort and scoffed, "Hmph, you're too bold, walking right into a trap. I'll show you directly!"
She suddenly stood up, leaped onto the table, and charged towards Song Qiao. From above, she delivered a kick.
As she neared them, she used the momentum of her swing to hurl the darts in her hand. They flew like shooting stars, heading straight for Song Qiao and Gao Meng's faces.
Her movements were extremely stealthy. Song Qiao was distracted by her kick, and Gao Meng was focused on their confrontation.
Neither of them had expected this move from the woman.
Song Qiao slightly turned his head to avoid the darts, simultaneously stood up, and with lightning speed, grabbed her ankle, then yanked her arm forcefully.
The woman's body was flung up, crashing straight towards the ground.
Boom!
The ground shook, and dust billowed.
"Ah!"
The woman let out a pained cry and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Crackling!" A series of bone-cracking sounds rang out, causing palpitations.
Only then did the people seated react.
"Old Six!"
"Xiao Qian!"
"..."
It had to be said that Song Qiao's action had instantly intimidated them, throwing them into disarray.
Some wanted to step forward, some shouted for reinforcements, some started making calls, while others sat there, glaring at Song Qiao and Gao Meng.
Although Song Qiao had not been here for long, it was enough for them to realize many things. For instance, how they could walk in unimpeded, and why no subordinates had appeared for so long.
Facing a middle-aged man who was about to rush forward, Song Qiao merely lifted the woman's ankle in his hand.
The man had no choice but to stop.
Just now, Gao Meng had also easily dodged the darts.
She angrily questioned, "How much did the Gao family of Modu pay you to take my life?"
Everyone remained silent.
Song Qiao's expression grew colder. "Speak!"
At the same time, he tightened his grip, and the woman's ankle let out a "crunching" sound.
The woman, who had already fainted, woke up and let out a faint whimper.
The old man in the Tang suit spoke, "Thirty million."
Song Qiao chuckled and said to Gao Meng, "As stingy as expected. If you were to split the family fortune, you'd get at least billions. Now they can settle it for only thirty million. It's a massive profit!"
Gao Meng couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Isn't that obvious?"
Meanwhile, the remaining five exchanged glances, stood up, and surrounded Song Qiao and Gao Meng.
They had already realized that the situation was beyond salvage. Their only chance of survival was to capture Song Qiao and Gao Meng.
Afterwards, they could kill them and still receive benefits from the Gao family.
Song Qiao was quick.
He released the woman's ankle and glared at everyone.
Gao Meng also quickly rose from her chair, standing back-to-back with Song Qiao, warily anticipating their possible attacks.
"Hmph, you think you can do as you please just because you're experts?" the old man in the Tang suit sneered.
"Kid, do you think you can run wild just because you have a bit of rudimentary skill?"
"Two idiots!"
"A gift delivered to our doorstep, we can't refuse!"
"..."
Just as Song Qiao and Gao Meng were about to make a move, heavy footsteps could be heard.
"Boss, we're not too late, are we?"
"Don't kill them all, leave some for us to play with!"
These were the voices of Wei Feng and Chen Chen.
Their voices arrived before their presence.
In the conference room, the faces of the men surrounding Song Qiao and Gao Meng changed drastically.