To distinguish friend from foe, and to ensure the safety of the hotel staff, Qing Muye had replaced the hotel employees that morning. All other staff were given the day off, and the hotel had been booked out half a month prior, closed to the public.
His cautious and meticulous approach had caught Anthony and his group completely off guard.
Qing Muye himself was even more guarded, allowing no one near him except for a few close friends.
Seeing that the two sides had been engaged in combat for over half an hour with a stalemate, yet Qing Muye remained unharmed, Anthony grew anxious.
"Eliminating Qing Muye in exchange for the trust of Prince Anthony is hardly worth it. I refuse this deal!" Song Jun rejected without hesitation.
"What do you mean?"
Anthony, wearing sunglasses, his azure pupils behind the lenses glinting with cold light.
"For a commission of one hundred million, I'll take care of him. Once it's done, I'll wash my hands of the business and retire."
After speaking, Song Jun turned back, his injured face filled with coldness. His eyes were as frigid as ice, like an emotionless machine.
"Hahaha... Good, it's a deal!"
One hundred million for Qing Muye's head was an absolute bargain.
He, of course, agreed to this.
Anthony readily accepted.
"Pay fifty million as a deposit first."
"Fifty million?"
Looking at Song Jun's indifferent face, his eyes radiating coldness, Anthony hesitated for a moment before taking out his wallet and handing over a prepared check.
Song Jun reached out to take it, but then abruptly withdrew his hand.
Song Jun, dressed in a suit, frowned slightly, meeting his gaze.
Even through the sunglasses, Anthony could clearly discern the chilling, murderous intent in his dark pupils.
Anthony's lips curved into a smile. Only then did he place the check into Song Jun's palm, patting his shoulder, "Until your triumphant return."
Song Jun, without even looking at the amount on the check, shoved it into his inner suit pocket and drew a pistol from his waist.
Just then, the man in black in the passenger seat suddenly pulled out a handgun and aimed it at Song Jun's head!
Song Jun's movements faltered. His hands expertly opened the gun's chamber, loaded a bullet, his gaze fixed calculatingly on Anthony as he let out a scoff, "Is this what Prince Anthony calls 'sincerity'?"
The driver in the driver's seat, realizing belatedly that he had overreacted like a startled bird, slowly lowered his handgun.
Anthony, however, was cornered by Song Jun's words, unable to respond. He immediately sat up straighter and slapped the driver on the forehead, "Apologize."
The driver's head throbbed from the hard slap. He ducked his neck and said to Song Jun, "Mr. Song, I'm sor—"
Before he could even finish the word "ry," Song Jun had already pushed open the car door and gotten out, slamming it shut with a bang as he left.
"Wow~ I like this kind of temper!"
Anthony watched Song Jun's retreating back, finding the man increasingly spirited, stirring in him an almost "conqueror's" desire.
Compared to Qing Siye, he suddenly found Song Jun more likable.
He raised an eyebrow, licking his lips with his tongue, his gaze filled with a hint of warmth.
After walking about a hundred meters, Song Jun broke into a run towards the Atlantis Hotel. The bodyguards in the distance were still holding their positions, as Qing Muye had strictly instructed them not to stop that group from entering the hotel.
Their duty was to prevent outsiders from intruding, so as not to harm the innocent.
"Brother Song, you're finally here. Hurry and go take a look."
Upon seeing Song Jun, the bodyguard immediately greeted him, gesturing anxiously towards the hotel and saying.
"Alright, you guys hold the fort."
Song Jun's pace didn't slow as he sprinted towards the hotel entrance. As soon as he reached the doorway, he collided with three people.