Courtyard House: First, kill the hypocrites, leave none alive.

Anthony sat inside the booth, wearing a dark blue suit, his hair neatly combed, and a smile on his face.

He looked at Xie Wanying across from him, his eyes darting over her.

Xie Wanying was wearing a dark green cheongsam today, with the neckline opened just right, revealing a section of her fair neck.

Her hair was pulled up high, with a strand hanging down beside her ear, swaying gently as she spoke.

She wore light makeup, and a faint smile played on her lips.

"Ms. Xie,"

Anthony raised his glass. "It's rare for you to take the initiative to ask me out."

Xie Wanying also raised her glass, and the two clinked glasses.

"Mr. An, you are a very busy person. I'm afraid of bothering you."

Anthony smiled and put down his glass.

"What a busy person. No matter how busy you are, you still need to eat."

He picked up his knife and fork, cut a piece of steak, put it in his mouth, chewed, and looked at Xie Wanying.

"Speak, what is it?"

Xie Wanying looked at him and remained silent for a second.

"Mr. An, I heard that the police station recently arrested a group of people."

Anthony paused for a moment, just a moment, and then he continued cutting the steak.

"That's true. They came from Southeast Asia, and they were all armed. Lei Luo's achievements have pleased the higher-ups."

Xie Wanying said, "Among that group of people were my friends."

Anthony put down his knife and fork, leaned back in his chair, and looked at her.

A wary glint flashed in those eyes.

"Your friend?"

Xie Wanying nodded.

"Yes. Friends. They came to Hong Kong Island from Southeast Asia to do business, but they didn't expect to get into trouble."

Anthony was silent for a few seconds, then smiled.

The smile was brief and tinged with mockery.

"Doing business? Doing business while armed?"

Xie Wanying smiled too.

"Mr. An, in this world, how can you do business without a gun?"

Anthony stared at her for a long time.

Then he picked up his glass and took a sip.

"You want me to fish them out?"

Xie Wanying nodded.

"Mr. An, money is not a problem as long as you are willing."

Anthony's eyes lit up for a moment, just a moment.

"How many?"

Xie Wanying said, "Name your price."

Anthony leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment.

Two hundred thousand.

Xie Wanying nodded.

"OK."

Anthony was stunned.

He thought she would bargain, hesitate, or say "it's too much."

But she didn't. She just nodded and said "okay."

He looked at her and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

This woman is incredibly generous.

Who exactly is she?

"Ms. Xie,"

"Who exactly is your friend?"

Xie Wanying smiled.

"Mr. An, all you need to know is that they are wealthy. As for anything else—"

She paused, then said, "You don't need to know."

Anthony was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

"Okay. I'll give it a try. But I can't guarantee it will work."

Xie Wanying picked up her wine glass.

"Mr. An, your words are enough."

The two clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

downstairs.

Xie Wanying walked out of the restaurant, and a night breeze blew by, carrying a slight chill.

She stood at the doorway and took a deep breath.

Gacha emerged from the shadows.

"Sister Ying, how is it?"

Xie Wanying looked at him.

"He agreed. Two hundred thousand."

Gacha's eyes lit up.

"Sister Ying, you're amazing."

Xie Wanying didn't say anything and walked towards the car parked by the roadside.

I opened the car door and got in.

Gacha got into the driver's seat, started the car, and slowly drove away.

Xie Wanying leaned back in her seat, watching the street scene rushing past the window.

Anthony agreed, two hundred thousand, to help them get out of trouble.

Ruan Xiong can afford to pay this amount.

Once the person is out, things will be easier to explain to Ruan Xiong.

Hong Kong Island, Tsim Sha Tsui.

A high-end hotel, hidden in a small alley next to Nathan Road.

The storefront wasn't large, but several black cars were parked in front, clearly indicating it was a place frequented by wealthy people. The lobby was carpeted with thick carpets, and crystal chandeliers hung down, casting a soft glow.

The young woman at the front desk was wearing a crisp uniform and had a professional smile on her face.

Eighth floor, a suite at the end of the corridor.

The door was closed, and faint music could be heard from inside, muffled and indistinct through the heavy wooden door.

Xie Wanying stood in the corridor, wearing a dark red cheongsam with a neckline lower than usual, revealing a patch of snow-white skin and a hint of her collarbone.

The cheongsam is made of fine silk, which clings tightly to the body, outlining the exquisite curves without being overly revealing.

The collar and cuffs were embroidered with subtle gold patterns, which shone faintly under the corridor lights.

Her hair was down, draped over her shoulders, the ends slightly curled, swaying gently with her movements.

She wore light makeup, her eyes and brows exuded just the right amount of charm, and her lips were coated with a thin layer of lip gloss, which glistened moistly under the light.

Su Zhenzhen stood next to her, wearing a low-cut red dress with a very low neckline, her ample breasts almost spilling out.

Her hair was permed into big curls and draped over her shoulders. She wore heavy makeup, with thick eyeshadow and bright red lips.

She wore the diamond ring Anthony had given her, which sparkled brilliantly under the lights.

She looked down at herself, then at Xie Wanying, a flicker of something indescribable in her eyes—perhaps jealousy, perhaps envy, perhaps simply a sense of inferiority.

Yingjie wasn't dressed as revealingly as her, but she couldn't replicate that vibe.

Xie Wanying glanced at her, a brief smile appearing on her lips, a smile that vanished in the light.

"take it easy."

Su Zhenzhen took a deep breath and nodded.

Xie Wanying raised her hand and knocked on the door.

The door opened.

Anthony stood in the doorway, wearing a dark blue silk nightgown with the neckline open, revealing a small patch of fair skin on his chest.

Her hair was unkempt and messy, and she had a smile on her face, but her eyes were gleaming like a wolf that had spotted its prey.

His gaze fell on Xie Wanying, moving from top to bottom and then from bottom to top, pausing briefly on her chest before moving to her face.

"Ms. Xie,"

He spoke, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement, "It's a pleasure to see you again."

Xie Wanying smiled, a smile that was just right—neither warm nor cold, like a flower slowly blooming in the morning light.

"Mr. An, you're too kind."

Anthony's gaze lingered on her, moving from her face to her neck, from her neck to her chest, from her chest to her waist, and then from her waist to her legs.

That gaze was like a sticky tongue, licking all over her body.

Xie Wanying sensed it, but she didn't dodge.

She simply stood there, letting him look at her, a faint smile on her face.

Su Zhenzhen stood to the side, looking at Anthony's expression, feeling a pang of jealousy.

But she didn't show it on her face. She just took a step forward, leaned against him, and deliberately puffed out her chest.

"Mr. An, you're not even looking at me!"

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of coquetry. She pressed her body against his, her ample breasts resting on his arm.

Anthony laughed heartily, put his arm around her waist, and kissed her on the cheek.

"How could I not look at you? You're my precious darling."

Su Zhenzhen leaned against him, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons as she smiled.

She glanced back at Xie Wanying, her eyes filled with smugness—see, he still likes me.

Xie Wanying ignored her and simply went into the room.

The suite was very large, with a thick carpet in the living room that felt soft and plush to the touch.

A few pieces of clothing were scattered on the sofa, an opened bottle of red wine and two glasses were on the coffee table, and a gramophone was in the corner, playing a soft English song.

The floor lamp was on, casting a dim, yellow light over the entire room, and the air was filled with the scents of cologne and red wine.

Xie Wanying sat down on the sofa, her legs together and her back straight.

She looked at Anthony, who sat down opposite her, and Su Zhenzhen immediately leaned against him.

Xie Wanying spoke, her voice calm, as if she were chatting about everyday matters.

"Mr. An, based on the amount you mentioned, we can add another 200,000. In addition, there is a round-the-world cruise ship available; Zhenzhen can accompany you on a trip, and I will cover all the expenses."

Anthony's eyes lit up.

Two hundred thousand, plus the previous two hundred thousand, makes a total of four hundred thousand.

There's also a cruise ship going around the world—that's quite a lot.

He looked at Xie Wanying, his eyes shining.

"Ms. Xie, that was indeed very straightforward."

He leaned back on the sofa and hugged Su Zhenzhen even tighter.