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“Brother Xiong, good morning!”

Just got back to the hotel and bumped into Wang Tong.

Wang Tong was now the hotel lobby manager; his new life was full of energy and drive.

He was used to working hard and earning a low wage all his life, so now that such a good job was in front of him, he cherished it tremendously.

“Morning!”

Ye Xiong patted his shoulder and leaned in to whisper with a laugh, “There are many nice girls in the hotel. If you fancy one, just tell Brother Xiong, and I guarantee I’ll help you succeed.”

“Brother Xiong, don’t mess around like that. If Meimei finds out, it won’t be good,” Wang Tong hastily said.

“Oh, got it!” Ye Xiong chuckled, “What’s going on? How far have you two gotten?”

“Do you think this is a barnyard? Meimei is a decent girl,” Wang Tong said with a darkened face.

“How do you know she’s not a ‘demon’ if you don’t try?”

“I’m done talking nonsense with you. By the way, I have something important to discuss with you.” Wang Tong’s expression turned serious as he said, “I talked to President Du yesterday and asked her to lower my salary.”

“Why lower it? I said I’d give you fifty thousand and I meant it,” Ye Xiong said angrily, “I’ll go to her. I’ve only got one brother. If I don’t look after you, who will?”

“Brother Xiong, don’t be angry!” Wang Tong quickly held onto him and said, “With my current ability, if you pay me fifty thousand a month, you’re not helping me; you’re harming me. It will make many people dissatisfied. Besides, when I went to President Du and requested a salary reduction, she wouldn’t agree at first, saying that I was your special appointee. Only when I insisted did she agree to lower it to twenty thousand. I even think that’s too much.”

Ye Xiong was somewhat moved. It seemed that Du Yuehua still held him in high regard.

He patted Wang Tong’s shoulder and said, “Little Tong, Brother Xiong promises you that your days will only get better, and I’ll make sure your mother’s taken care of as soon as possible.”

“Thank you, Brother Xiong.”

Next, Ye Xiong carefully inspected the surroundings of the hotel, not daring to be careless.

The character of He Haodong could be seen when he cheated with another woman in an upstairs room during his marriage to Yang Xinyi; he was definitely a treacherous man. He wanted to take over Mingyang International Hotel and would definitely not allow the business to improve, instead resorting to various methods to suppress the hotel.

He took out his phone and checked the time, his brow furrowing.

The meeting time to sign the contract with the lecherous dead foreigner, Mr. Klein, was approaching, and he hadn’t yet appeared, suddenly making Ye Xiong feel uneasy.

Could something have happened? This was a matter that affected whether he could get a kiss from Sister Hua!

At that moment, his phone rang. It was a call from Du Yuehua.

“I have some unfortunate news for you. Mr. Klein didn’t come to sign with our hotel but went to Fuhua Grand Hotel instead,” came Du Yuehua’s sigh from the other end of the line.

Damn, it’s always what you fear that comes to pass.

Ye Xiong hung up the phone and went straight to Du Yuehua’s office to ask what happened.

It turned out that in the last six months, He Haodong’s Fuhua Hotel had frequently poached business from Mingyang International, so Du Yuehua had arranged for a spy in Fuhua Hotel. Just a moment ago, the spy saw Mr. Klein being taken into the hotel, and immediately informed him.

“It’s good I didn’t give you a kiss last night; otherwise, I would’ve taken a big loss,” Du Yuehua said with a glance.

“Sister Hua, I need to step out for a moment,” said Ye Xiong, a fierce look flashing briefly in his eyes.

Du Yuehua returned to her work, but after a while, suddenly felt something was amiss.

That look in Ye Xiong’s eyes just before he left seemed to carry a hidden meaning. Could it be that he was planning to go to Fuhua Hotel?

She started to panic. Fuhua Hotel was a dangerous place, a source of frustration for many who loathed it yet felt powerless. It was the main base for the XiBei Guild, with many of the He Family’s bodyguards stationed there. If Ye Xiong went there, wouldn’t it be akin to seeking death?

In her anxiety, she had no choice but to call Ye Xiong.

“Where are you?”

“In the car,” Ye Xiong replied indifferently.

“Don’t do anything foolish, come back immediately,” Du Yuehua commanded anxiously, not expecting her guess to be actually right.

“Sister Hua, I know what I’m doing,” The voice of Ye Xiong came through the phone, sounding unrepentant. “If Sister Hua really cares about me, you’d better keep your toothbrush ready and give me a kiss when I get back.”

“With everything that’s happening, you still have the mood for jokes. Is it worth it for a kiss?” Du Yuehua scolded.

“Absolutely worth it. Get the contract ready. Mr. Klein will be here soon to sign it,” Ye Xiong said and then abruptly hung up the call.

After hanging up, Du Yuehua was still somewhat apprehensive since the Fuhua Hotel was no ordinary place. Thinking it over, she directly called someone from the security department.

“Get all the security personnel you can summon and come with me to Fuhua Hotel.”

After ending the call, she was still a bit worried, so she made another phone call.

“Weiwei, I need a favor. One of my hotel staff has gone to Fuhua Hotel and I’m afraid he’ll stir up trouble. Could you send someone to stop him?” Du Yuehua said.

“Yo, didn’t expect your hotel had such spirited people. Alright, I’ll head over there straight away,” Luo Weiwei answered.

“Thanks a lot.”

Ending the call, Du Yuehua led about a dozen security guards and drove four cars, rushing toward the Fuhua Hotel.

Ye Xiong arrived at the Fuhua Grand Hotel and parked his car by the roadside, standing at the entrance smoking a cigarette.

The hotel entrance was bustling with a constant stream of people, their business incomparably better than that of Mingyang International Hotel by several folds. In terms of location, Fuhua Grand Hotel wasn’t much better than Mingyang International Hotel, and was possibly even worse. In terms of the decor, the two were on par. However, the business difference was enormous, for one simple reason: Fuhua Grand Hotel had a strong backing, with the underworld’s support, and they even occasionally dealt blows to Mingyang International.

How could Du Yuehua, a woman, compete with them?

Ye Xiong took a heavy drag on his cigarette, threw it to the ground, then took out his phone and dialed 110.

“Hello, I need to report a kidnapping. A friend of mine has been abducted to Fuhua Grand Hotel, their life hanging by a thread…”

After hanging up the phone, Ye Xiong strode into the hotel, his fists cracking with readiness.

It had been a long time since he’d had any exercise, and today was the perfect opportunity to loosen up. The emergency call he made was just an excuse for him, so that if there was an investigation later, he’d at least have a way out.

Walking into the hotel, Ye Xiong immediately noticed two security guards whose gaze fell on him, astonishment filled their eyes.

Ye Xiong recognized these two guards; they were part of the group that caused trouble at the hotel when Lu Bao brought people over. Judging from their panicky expressions, they were clearly shaken by what Ye Xiong had done to them at that time.

One of the guards quickly drew his walkie-talkie, ready to speak. Ye Xiong moved in two quick steps to grab him, hoisted him up in the air, and said harshly, “Speak up, where did you take my friend?”

That shout, like thunder from a clear sky, alarmed everyone present.

“I don’t know,” stammered the guard in panic.

Ye Xiong’s fingers tightened, and the guard felt as though he was nearing death. Throwing caution to the wind, he blurted out, “In President He’s office, please, I’m begging you, spare me!”

“Which floor is He Haodong’s office on?”

“Eighth floor, room eight.”

Ye Xiong slammed him onto the ground, straightened his clothes, and headed determinedly upstairs.