"Old leader, do you need any further assistance? If you have any requests, I believe President Xu would be more than willing to help," Mo Ling asked Song Chengxing respectfully.
Song Chengxing glanced at Mo Ling and shook his head, "No, I appreciate your concern. However, it's better for me to handle this matter myself."
Mo Ling understood his preference for control. "You're too kind, sir. This is all part of my duty. In my heart, you are still as wise and formidable as you were back then."
Song Chengxing chuckled and shook his head, "You little girl, are you flattering me?"
"Not at all, I'm speaking the truth!" Mo Ling said with a hint of playful demure.
"Heh heh, alright, I'll take your word for it. You haven't changed much over the years. I don't know whether to call that a good thing or a bad thing."
"No matter when, you will always be my old leader," Mo Ling continued.
"Hmm, hearing you say that makes me happy," Song Chengxing nodded, a look of appreciation on his face.
Silence fell over the room once more.
After a while, Song Chengxing spoke again, this time about Song Qiao.
His voice, tinged with memories, became somewhat distant.
"Back then, after I left, I didn't see Song Qiao for a long time. However, I always kept this little nephew in my heart."
"Speaking of which, my elder brother's family has been through a lot. Now that they have such an accomplished nephew, I'm very happy. He brings great honor to our old Song family."
He smiled broadly, truly proud of Song Qiao.
He truly lived up to their old Song family's bloodline, even comparable to himself.
However, as he thought of the purpose of his visit, Song Chengxing's smile vanished, replaced by an icy sternness. "Therefore, I will never let go of those who tried to kill my nephew this time!"
The air around him seemed to freeze, revealing the intensity of his murderous intent.
Mo Ling deeply understood her old leader's feelings and nodded heavily. All she could do was offer her support.
However, she felt she should do more. As she prepared to leave, she said sincerely to Song Chengxing:
"Leader, if you have any instructions, please call me directly. I am always at your service!"
"Mm, alright, you may go!" Song Chengxing waved his hand.
Mo Ling bowed again, then quietly closed the door and turned to leave.
Silence returned to the room.
Song Chengxing stood by the window, gazing intently at the scenery outside, lost in thought.
The next morning, Li Tai woke up, washed, and went to find Song Chengxing.
Yesterday, Song Chengxing had already outlined their plans to confront Song Qiao's enemies.
He knocked on Song Chengxing's door and found him standing by the window, hands clasped behind his back, looking into the distance.
His demeanor had changed from the previous day, his aura now filling the entire room with a palpable pressure.
Where he had seemed like an ordinary person before, he now appeared as a sharp, unsheathed sword.
Just a glance at Song Chengxing's back sent a wave of oppression through Li Tai, making him instinctively want to kneel.
He considered himself a reasonably skilled fighter, yet facing Song Chengxing felt like an ant confronting an elephant, utterly outmatched.
From this, he could infer the formidable nature of the opponent Mr. Song had to face.
He secretly marveled that this Mr. Song was indeed a formidable figure from the Security Department.
"Mr. Song, are we ready to depart?" Li Tai took a deep breath, doing his best to resist the oppressive aura.
Song Chengxing seemed to notice Li Tai's struggle and slightly retracted his imposing presence.
This offered Li Tai considerable relief.
"Yes, let's go." With that, he led the way out of the room.
At the hotel entrance, Mo Ling was already waiting.
Her demeanor was as respectful as the day before.
Song Chengxing gestured to her, "To the Guo family's old residence, to see an old friend."
"Yes, old leader!"
Upon hearing "Guo family's old residence," Mo Ling was initially surprised that he would go directly to the Guo family. However, upon reflection, it made sense.
It was a direct assault on the enemy's stronghold, fitting for Song Chengxing's personal intervention. He would naturally go for the main target. What purpose would it serve to deal with the pawns?
"Let's go!" Mo Ling announced as the three of them got into the car.
The car sped away.
Inside the car.
Song Chengxing closed his eyes to rest.
Li Tai and Mo Ling remained silent.
An hour later, they arrived at the entrance of a dense, ancient tree-lined estate.
This was a high-class residential area with an elegant environment.
The architecture was in the traditional Chinese style.
From the outside, it exuded antiquity and embodied traditional Chinese characteristics, while the interior was equipped with modern amenities.
It was a place that offered comfort without sacrificing class.
Frankly, one couldn't simply buy property here with just wealth.
It required individuals with deep connections and immense power, willing to pay a substantial sum.
Looking at the mansion before him, Li Tai felt even more bewildered.
This was not a place ordinary people, or even most influential figures, could reside.
He didn't understand why Mr. Song had come here.
However, he already knew that Mr. Song's visit was not for a casual friendly call.
After all, the powerful aura radiating from Mr. Song was not something one would exhibit when visiting friends.
As he was pondering this, an old man suddenly appeared at the entrance.
Li Tai was startled.
His hair stood on end, and his vigilance was at its peak.
Despite his own considerable skills, he had no chance to react when the old man appeared.
He knew that in a real confrontation, he would have been too late to defend himself by the time he sensed the threat.
With a single glance, Li Tai recognized the old man as Guo Zhong, the pillar of the Guo family and a master of martial arts.
Legend had it that Guo Zhong's martial arts had reached an incredible level, and his internal energy was immensely profound.
He was, arguably, one of the top figures in the current era.
Mr. Song had come to confront Guo Zhong!
Would there be a fierce battle?
It seemed highly probable!
Upon seeing Song Chengxing, Guo Zhong narrowed his eyes, then a bright smile spread across his face. "Heh heh, old friend, long time no see!"
Song Chengxing slightly raised his eyelids. "Indeed, long time no see!"
"However, I assume you haven't come to see me today without a reason?"
"Of course, but are you planning to have this conversation here? This is hardly hospitable!"
"Heh heh, what you say. Since you've come, how can I not host you properly!" Guo Zhong said politely.
But to Li Tai and Mo Ling, his words held a subtle undertone – these two were subtly challenging each other.
Their relationship was not as harmonious as it appeared.
This was not surprising.
Guo Zhong was never known for his good temper.
And Mr. Song was a big shot in the Security Department.
Combined with his previous actions, everything became clear.
Guo Zhong was the target of Song Chengxing's visit.
"Please!" Guo Zhong extended an invitation with dignified bearing.
Song Chengxing nodded and entered with his head held high.
Mo Ling and Li Tai followed.
"May I ask the purpose of your visit?" Guo Zhong inquired after the servants had served fragrant tea.
Song Chengxing wore a half-smile. "Heh heh, you know my purpose!"
"Oh? I don't know. Perhaps you could give me a hint!"
"Song Qiao."
"Song Qiao?" Guo Zhong raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, Song Qiao... he has another identity, he is my nephew," Song Chengxing said calmly, his gaze fixed on Guo Zhong.
"I see!" Guo Zhong showed a hint of recollection, followed by a look of understanding.
"So, can you let go of this matter and stop targeting him?"
"I can certainly consider that. However, the way you are acting now is forcing my hand. Our grievances with Song Qiao cannot be resolved with a single word from you," Guo Zhong remarked indifferently, glancing at Song Chengxing.
In other words, he was dismissing Song Chengxing's request.
"It seems we cannot reach an agreement... It was my mistake not to have killed you back then. Fortunately, it's not too late to mend fences."
"Just you?" Guo Zhong's tone remained calm, though a flicker of unease stirred within him.
"Of course. Firstly, to atone for my past mistake, and secondly, for my nephew."
Li Tai, watching the tense standoff before him, was astonished and deeply moved.
Both sides were at the precipice, poised for battle. Who would emerge victorious?
Mo Ling remained silent, her lips pressed together.
She had promised to support Song Chengxing.
Besides, this was a confrontation between two powerful figures; she could not and would not interfere.
Guo Zhong, seated opposite, maintained an impassive expression, merely holding his teacup and sniffing its aroma.
The next moment, an incredibly powerful aura emanated from him, surging directly towards Song Chengxing.