Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

Under the scrutiny of everyone, Naomansen also lowered her head slightly, appearing shy.

However, upon hearing the name "Chairman Hua," a cold glint flashed across her eyes in a corner unnoticed by anyone.

After everyone at the table left, Wang Guohun immediately took Wanxian to a new room.

Upon entering the room, Wang Guohun immediately began to take off his clothes.

Just as he was about to remove Zhi Wanxian's clothes, the beauty slowly handed him a cup of wine.

"Mr. Wang, please have a drink first, there's no rush."

With a beautiful woman in his arms and her soft, sweet voice, Mr. Wang's heart softened instantly.

He then drank the 860ml of liquor without hesitation.

A few minutes later, he froze and fainted.

Seeing Wang Guohun collapse onto the bed with a thud, Zhi Wanxian immediately wiped away her smile.

She found a rope in the room and quickly tied Mr. Wang's hands and feet to the bed.

Not long after, Wang Guohun awoke.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the long-awaited Zhi Wanxian standing in front of him, and he smiled and spoke.

"Wan Xian, come here quickly."

But the next second, Wang Guohun realized something was wrong.

Why are all four of my limbs tied together?

A wave of panic washed over him, and he shouted even louder.

"You...what are you doing?"

Just as he shouted, the alluring beauty he had previously admired pressed a pillow against him.

After a struggle, Wang Guohun stopped moving.

Seeing that the person under the pillow was finally motionless, Nakamaru removed the pillow and threw it aside.

A slight smile played on his lips; it was done!

Glancing at the time, Zhi Wanxian quickly changed into men's clothing from the inner room.

At this moment, he clearly looked like an ordinary waiter. No one would recognize him as the once charming and beautiful Miss Zhi Wanxian on stage!

the next day.

When the king's soul failed to return, the subordinates realized something was wrong.

When everyone rushed to the hotel and found him, they discovered that the person on the bed had stopped breathing!

Soon, the news of Wang Guohun's murder caused a sensation.

The following day, it was even included in news reports from major media outlets and appeared on Ye Bai's desk.

"Wang Guohun? Isn't that Feng Jingyao's rival?"

Ye Bai couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Chapter 97 Ye Bai is also going to participate in the election for Hua Dong?

On the other side, at the Feng Mansion.

Butler Xiang walked in a hurry, heading straight for the study at the innermost room.

Compared to his usual knocking, this time his knocking was much louder.

Sounds soon broke out in the study.

"Enter!"

Pushing open the door, Butler Xiang strode into the study.

The gentle and delicate melodies of Kunqu Opera softly drifted through the study, adding a touch of tranquility to the atmosphere.

The study was not fully lit; only the golden dragon-carved table lamp on the desk emitted a warm yellow glow.

At that moment, Feng Jingyao was flipping through a book at the table, and was writing something with a calligraphy brush in his hand.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Feng Jingyao raised his head and asked.

"what happened?"

Then, Butler Xiang trembled his lips, his tone carrying a hint of disbelief.

"The soul of the kingdom is dead!"

As soon as he said this, Feng Jingyao snapped the calligraphy brush in his hand in two with a snap.

"what happened?!"

Feng Jingyao's tone also revealed a hint of shock.

At this moment, the butler, Uncle Xiang, picked up the newspaper.

The news headlines even used the word "shocking" to describe the death of Wang Guohun.

In a flash, Feng Jingyao snatched the newspaper and began to read it intently.

As he read, the newspaper was folded so deeply by his hands that it developed deep creases.

A hint of joy flashed in Feng Jingyao's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"In that case, I'm afraid no one will be able to compete with me for the position of Chairman Hua!"

His hand holding the newspaper still held a hint of excitement, but the next moment Feng Jingyao's expression turned serious again.

"Was it done by Yoshiko Yamaguchi?"

Clearly, he had remembered what Yoshiko Yamaguchi had said last time.

The perpetrator in this case is undoubtedly connected to Yoshiko Yamaguchi!

At this moment, Butler Xiang slowly spoke.

"It's said that on that day, Mr. Wang Guohun took a fancy to a beautiful woman named Zhi Wanxian, and afterwards this woman disappeared. I suspect..."

Butler Xiang looked hesitant and didn't finish his sentence.

Feng Jingyao immediately guessed the meaning of the second half of the sentence.

He put the cigar in his hand into his mouth again and took a puff. As the smoke ring rose, he slowly exhaled the answer in his heart.

"Yoshiko Yamaguchi is an expert in disguise and disguise. As long as she doesn't want to be discovered, no one can recognize her."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jingyao had already confirmed Zhi Wanxian's identity.

At this moment, Uncle Xiang remained silent, but Feng Jingyao's expression grew increasingly grave.

In the spirit of the kingdom, he seemed to vaguely see his own trajectory...

After taking another puff of his cigar, Feng Jingyao's expression turned serious, and his voice became extremely low.

“They still need me now, but one day they won’t need me anymore. Today’s Wang Guohun will be tomorrow’s Feng Jingyao.”

As he spoke, Feng Jingyao's eyes sharpened.

At this moment, the butler, Uncle Xiang, on the other side also nodded.

"Yes, that's exactly what you're worried about. We've come this far through thick and thin, walking on thin ice. Now these Japanese devils are causing a lot of trouble, we can't afford to be careless."

Upon hearing Uncle Xiang's words, a distinct ruthlessness flashed across Feng Jingyao's face.

"They're using us, but aren't we using them too? In that case, we're determined to get the position of Chairman Hua!"

"Let's go to the Municipal Council!"

Just as Feng Jingyao was about to leave with Uncle Xiang, they saw Ding Li returning from outside the door in the distance.

Ding Li's first words made Feng Jingyao immediately stop in his tracks.

"What? The Municipal Council wants the consuls of the United States, Britain, France, and Japan to vote and agree?"

Upon hearing Ding Li's firsthand report of the latest news from the Municipal Council, Feng Jingyao immediately frowned.

He never expected that the death of Wang Guohun would lead the Consul of the Municipal Council to reconsider the selection process for Chinese directors.

The more Feng Jingyao thought about it, the more his brows furrowed.

Just then, Ding Li, who was standing to the side, also showed a hint of caution and prudence on his tense face.

He spoke very slowly, delivering a new message.

"It is said that Ye Bai from the Paramount Ballroom is also running for election."

With a deafening roar, like a thunderclap, it struck Feng Jingyao's head.

His pupils dilated instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Ye Bai is running for election too?!

...

Just half a day ago.