"Song Qiao, can you handle this by yourself?"
Wu Meng looked at Song Qiao's murderous demeanor and couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"Hmph, don't worry, it's more than enough to deal with Cheng Yile."
"Wu Meng, remember this. If you encounter a similar situation in the future, your own safety must come first. Bring more security personnel from our company when you go out."
Song Qiao glanced at her and earnestly advised.
"Oh, okay, I understand."
Seeing Song Qiao's somewhat stern expression, Wu Meng subconsciously stuck out her tongue, but she dared not retort verbally.
Only then did Song Qiao feel relieved and got into the car, heading straight for Cheng Yile's club.
"Brother Song, what brings you here today?"
As soon as he got out of the car, he ran into Guo Jun, who was coming out.
The guy was acting all nonchalant, clearly having had a lot to drink, and had a hostess in his arms.
Upon seeing Song Qiao, his eyes lit up, and he rushed over in a few quick steps.
"Brother Song, are you here to relax? The quality here is quite good. Do you want me to lend you my gold card?"
Guo Jun gave him a look that men understood, which made Song Qiao feel both amused and exasperated.
This guy must have thought he was here to have fun like him.
"Uh, no need, Young Master Guo. I'm just here to handle some business with their boss. You've had quite a bit to drink, you should go home and rest."
Song Qiao gently patted his shoulder, soothed him, and was about to go inside.
He didn't want to involve Guo Jun in the matter between himself and Cheng Yile, as the latter's identity was rather special.
Just then, a middle-aged woman's voice suddenly appeared beside him.
"Pfft, no man who comes here is any good."
Du Qin snorted coldly, turned around, and left.
She had just seen Song Qiao, who looked very much like the brother-in-law described by Xia Xueqing, so she couldn't help but stop and take a closer look.
As a result, she naturally mistook Song Qiao for a playboy.
"Where did this aunt come from? Why is she acting so crazy?"
Song Qiao looked at her retreating back and muttered to himself, completely baffled.
Not to mention that he was here for business.
Even if he were here for pleasure, what did it have to do with this stranger aunt?
She was too much of a hater of evil.
Song Qiao shook his head helplessly. Seeing that he had arrived at the door of Cheng Yile's office, he could only set aside his inner confusion for now.
"Knock, knock, knock."
He took a deep breath, suppressed his impatience, and knocked on the door.
"Who is it? Which blind fool, get lost immediately. Don't you know I don't see guests during the day?"
Soon, Cheng Yile's rough voice came from inside.
"Cheng Yile, you have some nerve. Get out here."
Song Qiao's face instantly darkened. He kicked open Cheng Yile's office door with a sudden force. Cheng Yile, who was being intimate with his secretary, was startled.
The next second, enraged, he quickly pulled up his pants and berated Song Qiao:
"Who the hell are you? Get out immediately."
"Security, security, hurry and drag this kid out."
Song Qiao looked at his disheveled state and a condescending smile appeared on his face.
He said sarcastically in a calm tone:
"Boss Cheng, you really have a lot of leisure time."
"How dare you give Jiang Yi advice and let his subordinate cause trouble on my turf?"
"Why don't you recognize me?"
As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed the ashtray from Cheng Yile's desk and threw it to the side.
Instantly, the marble floor tiles were smashed to pieces, the ashtray shattered, and a piece of glass grazed the secretary's forehead.
"This has nothing to do with you. Get out immediately. I'm only here to settle accounts with Cheng Yile today."
Song Qiao took a few more steps forward and waved dismissively at the secretary.
The latter immediately felt as if he had been granted a general pardon and quickly left the scene.
"You are Song Qiao?"
Cheng Yile finally realized who it was, his voice trembling slightly.
"Help, security, come and save me."
The moment he recognized Song Qiao, he realized that things were very bad. He desperately shouted for help.
"No need to struggle, Mr. Cheng. Even if you scream your lungs out today, no one will come to save you."
Song Qiao glanced at him indifferently and said with a half-smile.
"You, what do you want?"
"I'm telling you, if you dare to lay a hand on me today, Boss Jiang will definitely not let you go."
In his desperation, Cheng Yile began to threaten him again.
Coincidentally, what he said was exactly the same as what Gu Hang had said earlier.
"Boss Cheng, is it still useful to say these things now?"
Song Qiao looked at him mockingly, wondering how this guy, whom Jiang Chuan considered his strategist, could be so useless.
Since he dared to stand here, it meant that the name Jiang Chuan could not deter him.
Saying such foolish threatening words now was utterly meaningless.
As he spoke, Song Qiao had already closed in on him, as if a single move could land him a slap.
"Tell me, why did you attack our Wanquan? Is someone else directing you from behind?"
However, Song Qiao was not in a hurry. He calmly pulled over a chair and lounged in it.
He looked like he was interrogating a criminal.
"Pfft, I just don't like you, what can you do about it?"
"I'm warning you, my room is equipped with all-round, dead-angle cameras, and I'm also a member of Tongmen. If you dare to touch me today, we'll go down together."
This guy was clearly tougher than Gu Hang. He even dared to provoke Song Qiao in the face of a death threat.
This made Song Qiao laugh instead of getting angry.
He casually picked up a glass of water from the table next to him.
"Then die first."
Saying this, he was about to make his move.
However, in the next second.
The phone rang.
It was Xia Xueqing calling.
Song Qiao had to pause his actions and answer the phone.
"Brother-in-law, where are you now? There's trouble at the construction site again. Some cars appeared out of nowhere and blocked our main gate. Xia Xueqing and Wu Meng tried to reason with them, but they refused to move."
Xia Xueqing's voice was anxious, clearly flustered by the series of troubles.
"Okay, I understand. I'll handle this."
Song Qiao gave Cheng Yile, who was smirking, a meaningful look and instantly understood the reason.
He comforted Xia Xueqing and gently hung up the phone.
"What are you looking at me for? I'm not causing trouble. I'm just finding a place to park. It has nothing to do with me."
Cheng Yile, completely unaware of the impending disaster, shrugged dismissively, acting as if it had nothing to do with him.