Arrogance and domineering, starting in the 1990s

Qingshan Clubhouse.

Wan Qing doesn't have many hobbies, but his favorite thing to do is sit on the rooftop of the eighth floor and look down at the crowd below.

Especially from this vantage point where she can see the clubhouse entrance, she would gamble on whether each person entering or leaving would step in with their left or right foot first.

This is her way of relaxing, and also a little-known quirk.

"Boss, I want to try and see if I can kill that Wu Shu."

The speaker was Thai Chai Xing, a Siamese expert whom Wan Qing had hired at great expense.

This person is nearly 1.9 meters tall, with black cloth strips wrapped around his fists year-round, and has shoulder-length hair.

He spoke to Wan Qing with a look of anticipation on his face.

"Atai, can you leave me alone for a bit?" Wan Qing said, sipping her red wine with a vacant look in her eyes.

Thai Chai Sing shrugged; he knew this was the time for his boss to clear his mind.

But he really wanted to fight Wu Shu, especially after reading the other party's information.

He subdued six or seven armed wanted criminals with his bare hands.

Just this one,

This brought his aggressive nature to its peak.

This is something that those fancy-sounding "masters" can't do.

"Perhaps I can pretend to be Wan Licheng's man," Thai Chai Sing tentatively suggested.

"Atai, how much do you think it costs to kill someone?"

Taichai Xing was puzzled by Wan Qing's question and looked up to think for a moment.

"In Siam, the cheapest hitman only costs thirty dollars, while someone like me would cost at least three thousand."

"If it were my teacher, it would cost at least six thousand!"

"Different strengths lead to different prices."

Thai Chai Sing answered with a serious expression.

"At Huayan, it only costs 50 cents."

"Five cents?" Thai Chai Sing asked in surprise. He couldn't believe there could be a cheaper assassin than Siam!

I don't believe that five cents can kill a person.

Wan Qing slowly poured the red wine in his hand onto the ground, his eyes devoid of any emotion, and said, "The price of a bullet."

"Whether they are masters of traditional Chinese martial arts or boxing champions."

"Theoretically speaking, they are all only worth fifty cents."

"But the cleanup after a murder will cost tens or even millions of 50 cents."

Thai Chai Sing smirked, making a disdainful expression; he disagreed with the other person's point of view.

"Then why would the boss spend so much money to hire me?"

"Just buy a few more guns."

"That is precisely your value."

Thai Chai Sing shook his head and said bluntly, "I don't understand."

A hint of disdain flashed across Wan Qing's eyes, but it was fleeting.

"You don't need to understand, you just need to know that killing is the easiest thing to do, but only if the other person is worth it."

Wan Qing had already made it very clear: Wu Shu was just a nobody, not worth the price she paid.

Taichai Xing remained silent, but he still thought about how he might one day see Wu Shu.

He was determined to try and see if he could kill the other person.

Martial artists are all people who love to fight and be fierce.

Seeing that he had said so much but the other party hadn't listened to a word, Wan Qing didn't care.

After all, she was just trying to make the tool more usable.

In retrospect, although it was a failure, it made her realize something.

Talented individuals are always rare and hard to come by.

Wan Qing, who was about to change his entertainment plans, saw Wan Licheng walking towards his private room with the twin beauties in his arms.

"I heard you didn't get the land for the sugar factory?" A hint of mockery flashed across Wan Qing's refined face.

"I heard that Fan Da would rather turn himself in than be with you?" Wan Licheng retorted.

The two stood at the elevator entrance, neither willing to move forward nor to enter, staring at each other in silence.

After a long while, Wan Qing finally said with a look of sudden realization, "Oh right, did you know that Xiao Liu jumped off a building the day before yesterday?"

The other party was able to receive the message and go to rescue Fan Da because of the message delivered by Xiao Liu. Wan Licheng knew that the other party was provoking him.

"You didn't push him, did you?" he asked in a flippant, slightly exaggerated tone.

"Wan Licheng, do you think you can drive me away by simply placing a card next to me?"

"Likewise, dancers."

When Wan Qing heard the word "dancer," her pretty face turned cold.

He sneered, "Next week is the annual shareholders' meeting."

I hope you'll still be this humorous then.

Wan Licheng's expression darkened upon hearing the words "shareholders' meeting."

He knew that the scoundrel was referring to the fact that he had lost the sugar factory land.

The other party will definitely use this as an excuse to make trouble at the shareholders' meeting.

After all, he didn't even have the chance to offer a high price; his bid was snatched up on the way.

Upon learning that his bid had been snatched, he immediately went to the site to exert pressure.

Let Fatty Gao transfer the land to him.

But the other party not only attacked him, but also completely ignored him.

Wan Licheng and Wan Qing are the same kind of people. Neither of them thought about whether killing was difficult or not. Instead, they were both thinking about how to clean up the mess after the killing.

But to his surprise, Fatty Gao turned out to be Wu Shu's henchman.

This completely thwarted his plan to use his power to intimidate others.

Wan Qing had already figured out Wan Licheng's purpose when Wan Licheng first wanted that piece of land.

After acquiring the land of the sugar factory, they can use the official name to carry out forced demolition, and then kill Wu Shu's entire family of five.

Not a problem at all.

If no one investigates, it's just an accident.

So the thought of the other party's wishful thinking falling through and being questioned by the shareholders made her smile happily.

Seeing this, Wan Licheng didn't back down, and with a forced smile, he said to Taichaixing, "That's just how women are."

"All you do is talk the talk; are you interested in doing anything for me?"

"You can kill whoever you want when the time comes."

"I can handle it."

Thai Chai Sing glanced at his boss, then at Wan Li Cheng, and said cruelly and bloodthirstyly, "Can I kill you?"

Even if he were stupid, he would know that the other party was trying to sow discord. If they really wanted to recruit him, they would have already offered a price in private.

Wan Qing was very satisfied with Thai Chai Xing's answer.

"Atai, memorize Young Master Wan's face. Maybe one day I can grant your wish."

With that, she smiled sweetly and walked out with light steps.

"Add one more sandbag tonight." Wan Licheng said calmly, seemingly indifferent.

But only the twin flowers knew that the other party was constantly increasing the force in their hands.

The pinching caused their faces to contort and contort in pain.

...

"Come on, I'll teach you how to grip the cue stick with all ten fingers together."

"Yes, like holding a baseball bat."

"Feet shoulder-width apart."

As soon as Wan Qing arrived at the golf course, he saw a handsome man teaching a woman in a white dress how to play golf.

She sized up the man, and the more she looked at him, the more she felt that he was like a magnet, drawing her gaze in.

She chose a spot next to the man, skillfully picked up her golf club, and faced the handsome man.

She flaunts her stunning figure without restraint.

The handsome man merely smiled subtly at her before moving to the other side of the woman in the white dress, turning his back to Wan Qing.