Chapter 125: Boss Zhao!
When he reached the second floor, Zhao Dong's scalp prickled. The entire level was filled with private rooms. How am I supposed to find her?
Song Qingwan was in imminent danger; there was no time to search room by room. Just then, a disturbance sounded from a private room not far away.
Nourished by Spiritual Energy, Zhao Dong's hearing had become exceptionally sensitive. He instantly caught the sound and ran straight toward the end of the corridor.
In the private room at the corridor's end, Li Tong'an had already carried Song Qingwan onto the bed.
After taking a quick shower, Li Tong'an emerged, looking relaxed. On the bed, Song Qingwan was barely conscious, her body trembling slightly like a ripe fruit waiting to be picked.
Gazing at the stunning beauty on the bed, a feverish glint flared in Li Tong'an's eyes as he pounced on her like a ravenous wolf.
Song Qingwan was drifting out of consciousness, with no awareness left to resist.
Li Tong'an pressed his lips to Song Qingwan's snow-white neck, his large hand shooting out like a plunderer's to grab the collar of her dress.
RIP!
The collar was torn open, revealing a stunning expanse of her fair skin.
Li Tong'an's eyes glazed over. Unable to hold back any longer, he lunged forward.
Since Song Qingwan was only wearing a single dress, the tear left her in just her underwear.
Li Tong'an could no longer restrain himself and began kissing her earlobes.
In her daze, Song Qingwan felt a weight pressing down on her. A flicker of clarity cut through the fog in her mind, and she forced her eyes open, only to see the horrifying scene before her.
She tried to fight back, but her body was devoid of strength. She could only watch helplessly as Li Tong'an did as he pleased.
Tears streamed down her face. Completely powerless, her heart filled with despair.
SWISH!
Li Tong'an tore off her top. He swallowed hard, his eyes glowing with predatory hunger. Hesitating no longer, he decided to take the final step.
The moment his hand touched her—
BANG!
The room's door was kicked open. Li Tong'an screamed in terror as Zhao Dong rushed in.
Seeing the scene before him, rage erupted in Zhao Dong's eyes.
"You fucking animal!"
Zhao Dong roared as he rushed forward, delivering a brutal kick to Li Tong'an's face.
CRACK!
With a sickening snap, Li Tong'an's jaw was shattered. His body flew backward like a puppet, slammed against the wall, and slid slowly to the floor.
Zhao Dong immediately turned to the bed, gently repositioning Yang Sixue before hurriedly covering Song Qingwan's body with a blanket. Only then did he turn his cold gaze back to Li Tong'an.
Scared witless, Li Tong'an's face was a bloody mess. His words were a garbled mumble of pain and terror. "Who… who are you?"
Zhao Dong's eyes were dark and menacing. "The entertainment industry is filled with scum like you, and I'm here to take out the trash!"
He stomped on Li Tong'an's chest, pinning him to the floor. "You still dare to drug people?" he said coldly. "Do you have any idea what the consequences are?"
Tears streamed down Li Tong'an's face. Despite the agonizing pain in his jaw, his survival instinct took over, and he began to beg. "Please, just let me go… We can talk this over. I'll give you five million!"
"Five million my ass!"
Zhao Dong cursed and slapped him hard across the face. Li Tong'an shrieked as his face was beaten beyond recognition.
Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from the hallway, followed by an exclamation. "Is this guy insane? How dare he assault someone!"
Zhao Dong frowned and turned to see Qiu Jie, Chen Sheng, and a crowd of other celebrities gathered at the door.
Qiu Jie clutched his face, his voice dripping with venom. "Zhao Dong, get the fuck out here! You're not leaving this hotel today! Motherfucker!"
Zhao Dong narrowed his eyes and gave a cold smile. "Remember you said that. Your night is going to end miserably."
"Fuck! You dare threaten me?" Qiu Jie raged. "You really have a death wish! Director Chen, hurry up and get someone to take this guy down!"
"No problem," Chen Sheng said. "I've already called the hotel manager. Does he not know what kind of place this is? Anyone who dares cause trouble here gets crippled! They're already sending seventy or eighty security guards over. This kid isn't escaping today!"
Qiu Jie sneered, "Did you hear that, Zhao Dong? Seventy or eighty security guards. They could drown you in spit alone! Why are you so damn nosy? What does this have to do with you? You're just looking to die, you idiot!"
Zhao Dong glanced at Yang Sixue and Song Qingwan on the bed, then kicked Li Tong'an out into the hallway. He then walked to the door, pulled it shut, and lit a cigarette, his gaze coolly surveying the crowd.
"Just a bunch of entertainment industry scum," he said lightly. "Do you really think you're all that?"
Zhao Dong's words struck a nerve. While those with a clear conscience were unbothered, the ones with guilty secrets grew agitated. They began pointing at Zhao Dong, shouting randomly.
Chen Sheng spoke coldly, "You've got guts, I'll give you that. Yes, maybe we are scum, but even scum can crush you. You're just a nobody from the bottom rung. Killing you is as easy as squashing an ant. Let's see how long you can keep up that tough talk."
Zhao Dong laughed. "Really? Then I'd love to see how you're going to 'kill' me today."
Soon, a flurry of urgent footsteps echoed down the corridor. It was the hotel security.
A group of guards brandishing batons filled the hall, charging forward and quickly surrounding the area. At their head was the hotel's general manager, Han Dayou.
Seeing him, Chen Sheng said politely, "Mr. Han, this is the bastard who attacked our people today. You have to take him down!"
Han Dayou was, after all, a member of the Han Family, so his status in East Sea City was considerable. No matter how influential Chen Sheng was in the entertainment world, he had to show respect to someone from a powerful family like that.
Han Dayou frowned at Zhao Dong. "Who are you? Do you know where you are, daring to cause trouble here?"
"I know," Zhao Dong replied nonchalantly. "What's your relationship with this Chen Sheng? Are you going to stick up for him?"
Han Dayou snorted. "Director Chen is my friend. You've offended him and caused a public disturbance. You're coming with us!"
With his hands in his pockets, Zhao Dong asked casually, "And what if I don't?"
Han Dayou waved a hand. "Then we'll cripple you and drag you away!"
Qiu Jie cursed from the side, "Zhao, you really have a death wish! Mr. Han brought dozens of men here specifically to cripple you. You can just wait and cry!"
Zhao Dong smiled and rolled his neck. "Han Dayou," he said lightly, "you should have received a notice today, right? Do you know who owns this hotel?"
Han Dayou paused, a memory suddenly surfacing. "What's it to you? We have a new boss starting today named Zhao Dong. What, are you going to say you know him?"
At his words, Qiu Jie and Chen Sheng flinched. The spectating celebrities gasped.
Qiu Jie's face went white. "Mr. Han, what… what did you say the new boss's name was?"
"Zhao Dong," Han Dayou repeated. "Why?"
Qiu Jie swallowed hard. Staring at Zhao Dong, he began to tremble. "You… you…"
Confused, Han Dayou asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhao Dong smiled faintly at him. "Han Dayou, I forgot to mention. My name is Zhao Dong."
For a few seconds, Han Dayou didn't react. He stood frozen, then let out a sharp gasp. "You… Zhao Dong? Boss… Boss Zhao?"
With the cigarette dangling from his lips, Zhao Dong said slowly, "Good to see your eyes work. These people are the ones causing trouble. Now, do you know what to do?"
Han Dayou swallowed hard. "Understood, Boss Zhao!"
With that, he roared at the dozens of men he had brought, "Listen up! Beat the hell out of every single troublemaker here! If they disrespected Boss Zhao, I want them on the floor!"
The security guards immediately sprang into action. The corridor filled with howls of pain and curses. Chen Sheng and Qiu Jie shrieked as they were beaten, cowering and trembling on the ground.
Zhao Dong said nonchalantly, "When you're done, throw their asses out."
"Yes, Boss Zhao!"
Zhao Dong nodded. He turned, went back into the room, and closed the door, plunging the hallway's chaos into silence.
He stubbed out his cigarette and glanced toward the bed. His body went rigid, and his mind reeled.
A wave of heat washed over him.
The two women on the bed… perhaps because the alcohol and drugs had taken full effect, their bodies were flushed and hot. Their clothes… had all come off.
An exceptionally beautiful and stunning scene unfolded before his eyes.
Just then, Song Qingwan's body twisted gently. Her face held a seductive blush, making her look incredibly alluring—a stark contrast to her usual cold and elegant demeanor.
Zhao Dong was stunned. He stared blankly at the scene on the bed, utterly unsure of what to do.
At that moment, Song Qingwan's eyes fluttered open, her gaze bewitching.