Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 817 Liu Sheng Must Die! (Part Four)

Wangbeilou appears to be an elegantly decorated and magnificent high-end restaurant, but its true identity is far more than that.

These people are all wealthy and powerful. Seeing their affluent lives gone forever, and feeling very uneasy, they hope to minimize the negative impact of their situation and ideally resolve it completely so they can go home. Since the mainland is north of Hong Kong, and one can look north from Hong Kong towards the mainland, it is called Wangbeilou (Looking North Tower).

It is more like a hidden information hub, quietly carrying out confrontations, business negotiations and even secret transactions in the underground industry. It is an exchange platform that integrates multiple forces and is intertwined with complex relationships.

Mr. Liu, the owner of this place, speaks fluent Hong Kong-style Mandarin and is undoubtedly a remarkable figure. Although he lives in Hong Kong, he is very knowledgeable about everything happening in mainland China, as if he has eyes that see through the world.

He was well-versed in all kinds of news and information, like a walking encyclopedia.

As a leading figure in the intelligence world, Liu Sheng is not only skilled at selling intelligence, but also adept at resolving various conflicts in the martial arts world.

He profited by selling intelligence on one hand, and was also responsible for rescuing people in distress on the other.

As Gao Dongxu accompanied Shang Youyou, and they embarked on a shopping spree, Gu Lian, possessing Du Bozhong's body, stepped into the city's most mysterious hotel.

As a regular customer here, Du Bozhong checked into the most luxurious suite and sat on the sofa, patiently waiting for Liu Sheng to receive him.

About half an hour later, the phone vibrated, and Liu Sheng's voice came through with his usual smoothness and enthusiasm. Ju Lian manipulated Du Bozhong's lips into a perfectly timed business smile before leaving the room.

Stepping into the elevator, this time heading to Mr. Liu's private meeting floor. The elevator doors slid open silently, revealing a more private corridor covered with a deep blue velvet carpet.

The room's luxury far surpassed that of the upstairs guest rooms; it was more like a miniature private palace. Expensive mahogany furniture, seemingly casual yet incredibly valuable abstract paintings hanging on the walls, and the air filled with the rich aroma of top-quality cigars and the scent of power built on money.

Liu Sheng was lounging in the huge leather sofa in the center, legs crossed, a cigar between his fingers, looking languid, as if he had everything under control.

However, when his gaze fell on "Du Bozhong," that languidness was instantly replaced by a shrewd enthusiasm. He immediately stood up, a professional, bright smile plastered on his face, and strode forward to greet him: "Boss Du! Welcome, welcome! It's been a long time since you've visited my place."

Possessed by love, Du Bozhong first glanced quickly at the two bodyguards at the door who were like background figures, then reached out and shook hands tightly with Liu Sheng, his voice carrying Du Bozhong's unique, slightly hoarse tone: "Liu Sheng, you're too kind. I wouldn't come here without a reason."

She tried her best to enunciate clearly, but a subtle, almost imperceptible emphasis, typical of foreigners, gave her tone a slightly odd feel.

"Haha, no problem! Boss Du's presence is a great honor for me, Liu!" A fleeting hint of doubt flashed in Liu's eyes, but it was quickly overwhelmed by laughter.

He put his arm around Du Bozhong's shoulder and led him to sit down on the sofa. He skillfully took a cigar from the crystal cigar box on the table and handed it to him, saying, "Here, a genuine Havana, have a taste."

Gu Lian took the cigar, and imitating the way Gao Dongxu smoked it, she decisively bit off the cigar cap with her teeth, then picked up the long-handled match on the table, struck it with a "hiss," and slowly lit it, taking a deep drag.

Then he slowly exhaled a grayish-white smoke ring, looked at Liu Sheng with a smile through the hazy smoke, and said in Du Bozhong's tone, "Liu Sheng, may your business prosper."

"Hehe, it's all thanks to the support of big bosses like you that I can make a living." Liu Sheng waved his hand, smiling amiably, but his eyes had already sharpened. "Boss Du, we've known each other for a long time, so let's not beat around the bush. What brings you here today?"

He lightly flicked off the ash from his cigar, relaxed his posture, and got straight to the point, after all, his time was precious, worth millions in minutes.

The smile on Du Bozhong's face faded, replaced by an expression mixed with resentment and lingering fear. He sighed heavily and lowered his voice, "To be honest, don't laugh at me, Mr. Liu. This time when I went to Hangzhou, I almost... almost didn't make it back. I was tricked, and I capsized in a ditch!" As he spoke, his eyes revealed a venomous resentment and unwillingness that was typical of Du Bozhong's character.

Upon hearing this, Liu Sheng merely chuckled twice, leisurely puffing on his cigar, his face showing little surprise, as if he had already known everything. Du Bozhong's pupils contracted slightly, almost imperceptibly—his master was right, this Liu Sheng indeed knew far too much, like a venomous snake coiled in the center of an information network; keeping him around would ultimately be a disaster.

“Boss Du, I really admire your courage,” Liu said with a hint of sarcasm. “You’ve already fallen out with that ‘evil dragon,’ yet you still dared to go to his territory all by yourself. Isn’t that just asking for trouble? You’re lucky to have escaped unscathed.”

Upon hearing the codename "Evil Dragon" and Liu Sheng's seemingly analytical yet somewhat boastful words, Gu Lian suddenly realized something. The other party didn't truly possess the core information; he was merely piecing together a seemingly reasonable deduction based on fragments of his movements, his recent words, and the intelligence he had gathered, thus creating an image of profound mystery. Truly a top-tier intelligence broker, he played this deceptive trick with masterful skill.

"Alas, it's all my fault for being greedy..." Du Bozhong showed a look of regret at the right moment, then changed his tone and became fierce, "So, the reason I came to see Liu Sheng this time is because I can't swallow this anger! I want to ask Liu Sheng to help me get revenge! As long as I can make that evil dragon suffer, I'm willing to pay any price!"

Liu Sheng shook his head with a smile, as if comforting an ignorant child: "Boss Du, you're putting me in a difficult position. I, Liu, am in the information business. I've never gotten involved in fighting, killing, or seeking revenge. The rules can't be broken."

"Rules are rigid, but people are flexible!" Du Bozhong leaned forward, looking anxious, and raised his voice a few decibels. "Mr. Liu, as long as you're willing to help, money is no problem! Name your price!" He deliberately made Du Bozhong's eyes look like a desperate madness.

Sure enough, the word "money" seemed to possess a magical power. Liu Sheng's shrewd eyes lit up instantly, and the smile on his face became much more genuine and eager: "Hehehe... Boss Du, you should have said so earlier! With money, of course everything is negotiable!" He laughed heartily and waved casually toward the door with great satisfaction.

Upon seeing this, the two bodyguards, who resembled guardian deities, immediately bowed slightly, silently and swiftly retreated from the room, and gently closed the heavy solid wood door behind them.

"Click." The soft sound of the door lock closing was particularly clear in the suddenly quiet, luxurious room.

At this moment, the smile on Du Bozhong's face spread like ripples on a lake after a pebble has been thrown in, growing ever brighter and even carrying a hint of eerie fervor. Only the two of them remained in the room, and the aroma of cigars seemed to intensify in the air.

“That’s right, Mr. Liu, that’s how business should be conducted.” Du Bozhong chuckled and leaned back on the sofa, relaxing.

"As far as I know, that evil dragon has been having a tough time lately. He's too greedy and offended the wrong people. Now, they've joined forces with some of the forces he offended in the past to try and kill him. As a long-time partner, I'm sure you have a lot of dirt on him... I don't need to tell you what to do next," Liu said with a smile.

Upon hearing this information, Du Bozhong's eyes brightened and sharpened, and he laughed heartily, saying, "I never thought that evil dragon would have his day, hahaha, well, I must say, I do have quite a bit of dirt on him..."

Liu Sheng's interest was completely ignited. He licked his slightly dry lips, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of greed and curiosity: "Boss Du, tell me more, tell me more! If the information is explosive enough, I might be able to help you make a connection and introduce you to the person in charge over there. I guarantee it will be much more effective than you going it alone!" He threw out an enticing bait.

Du Bozhong's face revealed a smug smile mixed with resentment and smugness. He beckoned to Liu Sheng with his finger, his voice extremely low, almost a whisper: "This matter... is a long story..."

Liu Sheng, unsuspecting, wore a gleeful smile, as if he was about to glean crucial information for free. He readily leaned forward, pressing his ear close to the screen. He had even already planned how to use this secret to his advantage, hoping to reap considerable benefits from both sides.

However, the next second, something unexpected happened!

The feigned resentment and smugness in Du Bozhong's eyes vanished in a fraction of a second, replaced by an inorganic, bone-chilling coldness! His right hand, which had been resting on his knee, suddenly grabbed the heavy, angular square crystal ashtray from the coffee table with a speed far exceeding Du Bozhong's usual agility!
Without the slightest hesitation, with all her strength and icy killing intent, Gu Lian manipulated Du Bozhong's arm to smash the hard crystal hard and accurately into Liu Sheng's unsuspecting temple!

"boom!"

A muffled thud, accompanied by the faint cracking sound of a skull shattering, exploded in the silent room.

Before Liu Sheng's smile could even turn into astonishment, it froze instantly. He let out a short, shrill scream, his body stiffened abruptly, and blood gushed from the wound on his temple like a burst water bag, instantly staining half of his face and the expensive sofa armrest red.

(End of this chapter)