C3 Hongmen Feast

Pei Yicheng's stern face could be seen through the window of the president's office.

The neon lights outside the window were fading, and there were so many of them that it didn't seem like they were what he wanted.

"Boss, what are your plans?" The assistant behind him pushed the door open and entered, respectfully asking.

"Has anyone from the Song Family come today?" Pei Yi Chen's expression was cold and his voice was deep like a cello.

"People of the Song Family? This... No one from the Song Family had come. Mr. Pei, is there a problem? " The assistant asked worriedly.

"Heh, it's nothing." Pei YiChen frowned and said impatiently, "I mean, you're not allowed to come in here."

"Ah, yes, I see." "Okay." The assistant quickly replied and ran out to communicate with the boss.

The assistant wiped off his cold sweat. Why was the boss suddenly in a bad mood?

The lights were on, and the Golden Age Hotel was the venue for the rich and powerful to go about their business.

Song Zhaoyan wore a red dress. Her usually delicate and cold face now exuded a different sort of coldness.

Song Zhaoyan strode into the banquet hall that she and Zhao Yuan had agreed on, one step at a time.

As soon as he walked in, he could already hear the clamor and the suffocating smell of tobacco even before he entered the door.

His already somewhat unwell stomach began to hurt even more, and his head began to feel dizzy.

"Yo, Little Yan is here, come sit over here." When Zhao Yuan saw Song Zhaoyan standing at the door, he immediately put on a greasy smile.

Facing the Zhao Yuan who suddenly became passionate, he looked around, seeing these so-called big bosses that he had never seen in the business world, he was getting closer and closer to Song Zhaoyan's guess.

"Sorry for the traffic jam on the way, hello seniors." Song Zhaoyan spoke respectfully yet obediently, but she calmly pushed away the hand on her shoulder and snorted coldly.

Zhao Yuan felt her estrangement, so he didn't have any reaction. On the contrary, he secretly laughed to himself.

"It's a pretty girl. Come, sit down and have a few drinks. Let's have a nice chat." The middle-aged man who had been staring at Song Zhaoyan with squinted eyes finally opened his mouth, a dangerous light shining in his eyes.

Song Zhaoyan's expression was slightly cold, but she still pursed her lips and found a place to sit. She picked up the wine cup on the table and looked straight into Uncle Flowerarm's eyes.

Uncle Flowery looked away uncomfortably from her stare and kicked the stool of the young man beside her. The young man immediately put down the cigarette between his fingers and took out a bag from behind the chair.

Flowerarm took the bag and threw it in front of Song Zhaoyan.

Song Zhaoyan raised her eyebrows and leaned over to open it. However, when she saw what was inside, her expression suddenly turned cold.

White powder, for this kind of occasion …

She suppressed the shock in her heart and turned to Zhao Yuan in disbelief, "Are you crazy?"

Zhao Yuan finally stopped pretending to be so, pushed the frame and said sinisterly, "We may not be able to solve all the problems, but this is indeed the fastest way to solve the urgent problem. Miss Song, now that you are nothing, I advise you to think carefully."

"Uncle Zhao, you have always been a senior I admire. I can pretend I didn't see what happened today, and hope that you can stop me in time. " Song Zhaoyan frowned.

"As for our Song Family's channels, even if they were all destroyed, we wouldn't do such a dirty thing! "Please forgive me for not accompanying you!"

Song Zhaoyan picked up her bag with an imposing manner, turned around and walked towards the door.

"You still want to run? "Hold her down!" Hua Bi jumped up in rage, kicked the chair away and headed in the direction of Song Zhaoyan.

The surrounding subordinates all stood up like a swarm of bees.

One of the black clothed men approached Song Zhaoyan with a cold light emitting from a syringe in his hand.