My Wife, The Ice Queen President - Chapter 162:

Chapter 162: Chapter 0162: Dragon Claw Expert (Two More Updates)_1

Zhang Meng, with four brothers covered in various injuries, scrambled and rolled out of the teahouse, reached the car, and sped off with a slam on the gas.

Because his right hand was dislocated, he could only use his left hand to fish out his phone and dial a number.

“How’s the situation?” came Dong Xuan’s anxious voice from the other end of the line.

“Damn it, are you trying to get us all killed? That guy was so tough, why didn’t you fucking tell us? We nearly left our lives there.” Zhang Meng cursed furiously.

“What, even you guys couldn’t take him down?” Dong Xuan exclaimed in shock.

“Damn it, don’t talk about just a few of us, even ten times more wouldn’t be enough to touch him; that guy is the strongest I’ve ever seen in my life. If you still want someone to take him out, you’ll need to find someone with a gun. Those with melee weapons are on a one-way ticket to death,” Zhang Meng raged.

“Is a former soldier really that formidable?” Dong Xuan asked, not quite believing.

“Damn, you think I’m lying?” Zhang Meng swore loudly.

“No… it’s just, you guys are the toughest I’ve ever seen. If even you can’t handle him, who else can?” Dong Xuan asked anxiously.

Tomorrow night was the jewelry exhibition, and she absolutely could not allow Ye Jun to show up at the exhibition.

“There are some, but those experts don’t take action lightly,” Zhang Meng explained with difficulty.

“As long as the mission is accomplished, I’m willing to spend whatever it takes. Twenty million, I’ll offer twenty million, okay?” Dong Xuan said urgently.

“At that price, I can help you make a connection, but I can’t guarantee whether the other party will agree. Wait for my call.”

“Thank you for your trouble,” Dong Xuan said politely.

“Pull over to the side of the road.”

Zhang Meng ordered the driver to stop, then got out of the car. He checked both ways in a corner before dialing a number.

“Zhang Meng, what do you want?” An arrogant voice came through the phone.

“Yu, is it convenient for you to talk?” Zhang Meng asked.

“Go ahead.”

“There’s a big employer, wants someone dead for twenty million. Wondering if you’d be interested?” Zhang Meng inquired.

“Are you out of your mind? I’m with Dragon Group now, competing for a spot in Dragon Scale. You want me to commit murder?” came the angry voice from the phone.

“Sorry, Yu, just asking,” Zhang Meng quickly replied with a placating laugh.

Hearing the placating chuckle, the anger in the voice on the phone subsided a bit. “With twenty million, why don’t you guys just keep it for yourselves?”

“The target’s too tough, we can’t handle it. That’s why the employer is willing to pay such a high price,” Zhang Meng said softly, sensing some hesitation on the other end. “Yu, I’m thinking, life in Dragon Group is still a life on the knife’s edge, and after selling your life, you might not get paid. With twenty million, what can’t you do? Why stay in Dragon Group?”

“You’re insulting my integrity.”

The call was angrily terminated on the other end.

“Damn it, putting on airs. I approached you because I respected you, who do you think you are, thinking you’re something special for being in Dragon Group?”

Zhang Meng was about to call Dong Xuan back when his phone rang again with the same number.

“Acting all noble, damn it.”

Zhang Meng answered the call, laughing obsequiously, “Yu, is there anything else?”

“Send me their information, and we want thirty million. To make sure nothing goes wrong, I’ll bring my team,” the voice said, then hastily hung up the phone.

“Damn, what kind of special forces? Even crueler than us in the underworld,” Zhang Meng spat disdainfully before conveying the message to Dong Xuan.

“As long as the task is completed, money is no object,” Dong Xuan said coldly.

Ye Xiong left the tea house with the three women.

Though they had encountered no real danger, the disturbance had significantly dampened their enthusiasm for sightseeing.

From the fact that Dong Xuan had sent people to kill him, it was clear that she was an utterly malicious character.

Now that the hired killers had failed to complete their mission, she would definitely continue to send people. If he stayed with the three women, he might bring them danger.

“Xinyi, I just remembered there are some things I haven’t dealt with. Why don’t you go home with Tang Ning and Yangyang first, and I’ll join you in a couple of days for more fun?” Ye Xiong said.

Yang Xinyi, being an intelligent person, knew he had things to do and that their presence could cause him trouble, so she nodded and said, “Then we’ll go home first, and we can go out again once you’ve finished your business.”

“I don’t want to.” Tang Ning was reluctant.

“Brother, where are you going?” Yangyang obviously didn’t want to leave her brother.

“Yangyang, you go home first with your sister-in-law, I’ll be back soon after I’ve finished my business,” Ye Xiong reassured Yangyang. Then he whispered something into Tang Ning’s ear, and she changed her tune immediately.

“You said it, and liars are little dogs,” Tang Ning said happily.

“When have I ever lied to you? Now go on home!” Ye Xiong said with a smile.

Only then did the three women get in the car and head back to Tang Ning’s place.

After they had left, Ye Xiong hailed a cab and said, “To Zhuang Jia Kou.”

I haven’t seen this guy for a long time; he should still remember me, right?

A sly smile appeared on Ye Xiong’s face.

An hour later, he got out of the cab at Zhuang Jia Kou.

Residents of Zhuang Jia Kou almost all knew that on the alleyways, there was often a young fortune teller.

The young man was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, neither young nor old, an awkward age.

Typically, fortune tellers were old men with long beards, wearing traditional outfits, a complete vision of immortal sageliness.

However, this fortune teller dressed completely unlike the others.

He wore fashionable clothes, a Western hat on his head, a Western suit on his body, and large round glasses on his eyes. If he went into acting, he could play the villain without needing makeup.

This young man also had an impressive name: Immortal Bao Zhun, simply called Immortal Bao.

“Passersby, don’t miss out on the genuine Western fortune-telling method. It’s free if it’s inaccurate–honest for all ages,” he called out.

“Inheriting ancient Huaxia fortune-telling techniques and introducing ancient Western methods, a combination of Eastern and Western, it’s free if it’s inaccurate. Everyone is welcome to try,” he advertised.

Immortal Bao sat on a small stool, shouting out to the passersby.

The street was bustling with pedestrians, but sadly, despite his calls, no business came his way.

“Sigh, when I left this morning, I did a reading for myself and it said it was not a good day to go out. No wonder business is so bad,” he said.

Just as Immortal Bao was about to pack up and go back to sleep, a voice came through.

“Immortal Bao, do a reading for me,” Ye Xiong said as he sat down opposite him.

“Alright, finally some business,” he replied.

Immortal Bao started to set things up, ready to begin his spiel, but suddenly the voice sounded very familiar. He looked up and was instantly scared out of his wits.

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” Immortal Bao exclaimed.

“If you can’t even calculate that I’m not dead, how do you expect to make a living?” Ye Xiong said with a laugh.