Stepping out of the hotel, Song Qiao stretched his arms wide and performed a few chest expansions.
Refreshed and invigorated.
Haha, he had not only secured ample benefits from Madam Shen but also given her a good lesson, letting her know that Huaxia was not a place for them Koreans to run rampant.
It felt great!
Basking in the sunlight, he looked at the bustling street scene, his mood soaring.
Although Madam Shen's character was questionable, her figure was indeed impressive, the fiery type.
Perhaps her husband's death was even related to her physique.
This was what they called "the utmost enjoyment of a beauty's favor"!
Thinking of this, Song Qiao chuckled lightly.
But no matter what, this woman was not simple.
It was easy to understand that someone who could acquire so much wealth amidst a pack of wolves could not possibly be an ordinary individual.
Even if she had revealed many secrets to him, seemingly with genuine sincerity, how much of it was truly her heart speaking?
In short, Madam Shen harbored too many schemes.
Not to mention, she was Korean, and as the saying goes, "Those not of our kind will surely have different intentions."
Combined with the many untrustworthy aspects he had discovered in their brief acquaintance, how could he possibly place his trust in her?
In comparison, Ye Zhiwei was more endearing.
The thought of Ye Zhiwei stirred his heart, a warmth spreading in his chest, making him yearn to see her immediately.
He headed towards the parking lot, recalling his moments with Ye Zhiwei.
Suddenly, a tall figure appeared ahead, blocking his path.
He felt a surge of annoyance. Who was so oblivious as to interrupt his pleasant reminiscence?
Upon stopping and looking, he broke into a smile.
It was the female assassin of the Yin Yang Shuang Sha.
Hmph, a woman with no sense of her own limits!
"You dare show your face to me again? Are you here for revenge? Feel free to make your move! However, I suspect that if it's just you, your defeat will be instantaneous..."
However, to his surprise, the female assassin bent down and bowed to him.
Her demeanor was far more respectful than when they had last met.
"Mr. Song, forgive my impertinence. I am not here for revenge. You showed great magnanimity and spared us. We are people who distinguish between kindness and enmity; we repay kindness with kindness and enmity with enmity. I have come to offer you some information as a token of our gratitude."
Song Qiao smiled.
His gaze was filled with inquiry.
The information he had seen about the Yin Yang Shuang Sha spoke of them possessing the spirit of ancient chivalrous warriors, and it seemed quite accurate.
He was now curious about what kind of information this female assassin could bring that she deemed worthy of repaying his mercy.
However, his expression remained calm, and he merely gave a faint "Oh," before asking, "What is it? Let's hear it."
The female assassin showed no reaction to Song Qiao's response, maintaining her respectful tone. "We have received intelligence that the Gao family of Modu has issued a bounty, offering a substantial reward for the assassination of you and Gao Meng."
Song Qiao frowned inwardly. The Gao family was truly a nest of trouble.
What irked him the most was that they were targeting Gao Meng. These people were courting death.
Seeing Song Qiao lost in thought, the female assassin said nothing more, standing quietly by his side.
Only after Song Qiao exhaled did she speak again, "Please be extremely careful. The bounty this time is enormous, attracting many renowned assassins and organizations."
Song Qiao nodded, acknowledging the information.
Then, a sudden curiosity struck him, and he asked, "How do you know so much? Is it through the dark web?"
The female assassin glanced at Song Qiao, an expression that made him uncomfortable.
It was the kind of look one gives when an insider observes an outsider, to put it bluntly, like looking at an idiot.
"The dark web is part of it, but not the largest part. Those without advanced computer skills easily leave traces online."
"Even computer experts cannot guarantee absolute safety, after all, who knows what's on the other side of the computer?"
"Simply put, within the assassin circles, every assassin organization, even every assassin aiming for success, has their respective channels for accepting tasks, receiving payment, and acquiring necessary supplies."
Song Qiao nodded.
He was beginning to understand. Professions as ancient and mysterious as assassination had long since developed intricate systems.
Industries as perilous as this would inevitably prioritize the protection of their secrets and safety; one could never overemphasize its importance.
However, he fell into thought once more, leaving the female assassin feeling somewhat helpless and speechless.
She wondered if she could defeat him if she were to launch a surprise attack now.
Yet, it was also possible that he was trying to lure her into doing so, to verify if they were indeed repaying a debt of gratitude.
With that thought, she spoke to reassure him, "Please don't worry, everything I've said is true. If you have any doubts, I can provide evidence!"
Song Qiao waved his hand, "No need, thank you!"
The female assassin nodded and was about to leave.
Song Qiao called out to her, "I haven't asked yet, is your husband alright?"
"He's fine, not seriously injured. We also thank you for showing mercy," the female assassin replied, then turned and departed.
However, her tone was somewhat stiff.
Song Qiao understood that the male assassin's injuries were not minor, and the female assassin's words were merely to avoid revealing their weakened state.
But the condition of these two was no longer his concern, so he no longer dwelled on it.
In fact, he had long anticipated that certain individuals within the Modu Gao family would make a move against him and Gao Meng.
After all, the elder Mr. Gao's lifespan was nearing its end, and his will clearly listed Gao Meng as one of the beneficiaries of his estate.
The elder had divided his wealth among his second-generation children and third-generation grandchildren.
Among them, Gao Meng's father was the third son, and Gao Meng herself was to receive a portion, even as much as one-third.
Consequently, the other members of the Gao family were naturally restless and would inevitably wish for Gao Meng's demise.
If it were during normal times, when the elder was in good health, he could have suppressed them, preventing his descendants from acting rashly. But now, the elder could no longer control the situation.
Therefore, Gao Meng, who was to inherit one-third of the estate, naturally became the target of everyone's resentment.
Song Qiao watched these internal conflicts within the prominent family with a cold detachment, having long understood that sometimes, the power of blood ties was no match for the allure of red currency.
To those who valued kinship, wealth was worthless.
But to those who valued wealth, what was kinship?
Heh.
To each their own preferences.
Humans die for wealth, birds die for food.
At times, observing their performances was akin to watching a nature documentary.
Violent, bloody.
Song Qiao watched as the female assassin, with a speed unbefitting her physique, quickly disappeared from view before he turned and headed towards the parking lot.
He drove to the company.
Upon arriving at his office, he immediately had someone summon Gao Meng.