"Good heavens... Qiao Meng's grandmother is the old madam of the Meng Family?"
"No wonder..."
"No wonder a mere Outer Sect Disciple had the nerve to give you the cold shoulder, Young Master Wang!"
Bald Arhat nearly jumped out of his skin.
The Meng, Xiao, Jin, and Wang families—the Four Great Families of Sand City—were each an unshakable power. To ordinary people, any one of them was a colossus far beyond their reach.
Even the slightest connection to one of the Four Great Families was enough to make people wary.
And the old madam of the Meng Family, Yu Jinlan, still presided over the family. She was its Sea-Calming Pillar. Was her granddaughter someone just anyone could afford to provoke?
Bald Arhat, at least, did not have the guts.
But...
He seemed to remember something else.
“Young Master Wang... I heard the Meng Family's Old Madam is ill. Is that true?”
“If something happens to that Old Madam, wouldn't that mean...?”
Wang Lifeng's face turned stern. "Where did you hear that?"
"Uh... well... you know how it is, Young Master Wang. People come and go through my nightclub every day, all sorts of people from every walk of life. Rumors fly everywhere. I don't remember who said it, but someone definitely did."
Wang Lifeng paused, then a sly smile appeared on his face.
"Ill?"
"If she really is, that would be wonderful."
Wang Lifeng stood up.
He stubbed out his cigarette.
"That pretty boy I mentioned will most likely stay at Qiao Meng's place. At worst, he'll be somewhere near her home. Either way, he'll be in West District."
"I'll have someone send you his information later."
"Three days... Within three days, I want to hear that pretty boy died a violent death. But remember: clean up every loose end.