My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 712 - 697: Reinforcements Have Arrived

Su Xuan was still living in the faculty staff apartments, and perhaps Li Yuanyuan hadn’t told her parents that he was staying there.

As Su Xuan was lying in bed trying to sleep, Tang Sisi sent him a text message saying that someone had visited Tiantian’s school during the day to inquire about his information, including where he lived and places he frequented—all of which Tiantian knew. All the information had been exchanged for a life-sized Barbie doll.

After receiving this message, Su Xuan couldn’t sleep anymore; he might already be under enemy surveillance.

Su Xuan was not a man who liked to sit still. He immediately got dressed, left the faculty staff apartments, and secretly checked into a hotel using the ID of a hooligan previously under Liu Feilong—Su Xuan wouldn’t be foolish enough to leak his personal information.

As Su Xuan lay in the hotel bed, a full moon hung in the sky outside. He thought about how he hadn’t returned to Qingshan City for many days. In fact, it had only been one or two months since he left, but it felt so much longer due to the abundance of events that had transpired.

The next day, not only was Su Xuan himself more cautious in his actions and travels, so was Wang Fangqian.

When Wang Fangqian heard that Su Xuan and a woman had come looking for him at his villa, his heart pounded furiously with fear. Fortunately, Wang Fangqian wasn’t home at the time, which saved him from potentially disastrous consequences. He also heard that Su Xuan had single-handedly taken down thirty veterans; his strength was formidable indeed.

"Send me more men. Two floors in the villa aren’t enough, I need five hundred men there," Wang Fangqian told his subordinates. Even so, Wang Fangqian’s living situation remained unpredictable, like a crafty rabbit with multiple burrows, keeping his whereabouts unknown.

Even in the dead of night, Wang Fangqian might change locations. He was now terrified of Su Xuan. Not only was Su Xuan a threat in business, but others, like the owner of Dasanyuan, Yun Zhonghu, were also a threat. One day on the road to the temple, a truck almost crushed Wang Fangqian’s car under its wheels, all orchestrated by someone behind the scenes.

The next day, Su Xuan went to the Datang Restaurant. Now, when leaving the house, he took a cab and stopped several hundred meters away from the restaurant to prevent being tracked. Su Xuan was extremely cautious, not for his own sake but for fear of implicating those around him.

The more he thought about it, the more Su Xuan wanted to find Wang Fangqian. He first contacted Tiantian to understand the situation that day. Knowing that Tiantian had divulged those locations, Su Xuan felt he had a grip on the situation.

The Datang Restaurant was now back in business, and Tang Sisi’s face had regained its smile. Tang Fengyun, having nothing better to do, kept trying to set up Su Xuan and Tang Sisi. Su Xuan, worried about being pestered, quickly found a vehicle and headed for the Dasanyuan casino, where he still had a job and could earn a decent monthly sum.

As soon as he arrived at Dasanyuan, Yun Zhonghu called him into the office. It turned out that Yun Zhonghu had arranged for someone to ram Wang Fangqian with a car the day before, though he had narrowly escaped death.

"Su Xuan, don’t think I haven’t been trying hard. In fact, I want Wang Fangqian caught and crippled more than anyone else. You see, even though his places are temporarily shut down, he has money at home. Just give him time to recover, and he will bounce back; it’s that simple. Now, he’s only making a bit less money," Yun Zhonghu said.

"Hmm, I understand that, and I will certainly catch him if I can," Su Xuan replied, showing his stance. Wang Fangqian had persecuted him many times; such scum shouldn’t exist in this world.

After staying a while at Dasanyuan, Su Xuan felt bored and decided to knock off work early. He thought about visiting the central park—Ma Xingkong was likely there practicing his fist technique at this hour. Old Ma had been as consistent as ever, practicing there without anyone recognizing him as the chairman of Tianma Group.

Su Xuan was lucky because he recognized him immediately upon arrival. This was fate because only Su Xuan could understand the fist technique Ma Xingkong practiced. To others, his technique seemed frail and boneless, but when truly unleashed, its power was boundless. Because this kung fu was so difficult to master, many gave up and chose to practice other techniques due to the slow progress.

"Su Xuan, come, let’s spar again. I always feel like you’re still holding back," Ma Xingkong said when he saw Su Xuan. Indeed, Su Xuan had now cultivated Ancestor Returning to the first layer. To be honest, Ma Xingkong was no longer a match for Su Xuan; during their sparring sessions, Su Xuan dared not use his cultivated power, fearing he would send Ma flying with a blow.

After a few rounds, Ma Xingkong was tired. He sat on a stone bench and asked Su Xuan, "So, have you gone to see Yizhu these past few days?"

This question again—it was because Su Xuan was too outstanding. It seemed being too handsome could indeed bring troubles. Su Xuan was really suffering from this.

Ma Yizhu was the CEO of Tianma Group, a woman as stunning as a lotus just risen from water, or more accurately, as if just taken out of a refrigerator—a sense of profound chilliness about her.

But Su Xuan believed that once you melted her, she would be utterly devoted to you, ready to share all your burdens, no matter how significant the future challenges were.

After chatting for a while with Ma Xingkong, Su Xuan left. He felt somewhat distracted wherever he went, knowing that someone was out to get him and was still hiding in the shadows. If they were to confront him openly, Su Xuan wouldn’t be so worried.

Wang Fangqian wasn’t doing much better either. He was hiding somewhere in Qiutian City, even frequently switching his staff to keep people from knowing his exact location.

"Hello, have you brought the Grass Hat Immortal from Yunding Mountain? Tell him, as long as he can take out Su Xuan, I am willing to pay several billion," Wang Fangqian said, his hatred for Su Xuan so deep that even billions couldn’t quench it.

After a while, Wang Fangqian received a reply, "What, three hundred million? Sure, tell him it’s a deal and ask him to come to Qiutian City right away; I’ve been dodging and hiding all day and can barely stand it anymore."

This time, Wang Fangqian had summoned a great figure, specifically to get rid of Su Xuan and also to eliminate those in Qiutian City who were against him, such as Yun Zhonghu from Dasanyuan and the Song Family from Mount Everest, who reportedly had a lot of gold and jewels. Wang Fangqian indeed had sharp informants.

Sure enough, in less than a day, a giant, two and a half meters tall, appeared in Qiutian City by helicopter, and by then Wang Fangqian finally dared to show his face.

The giant was dressed in a white Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, and had a snow-white beard on his chin, looking just like a Taoist—actually, he was a Taoist, despite the fact there were many fakes around nowadays.

This was the legendary Grass Hat Immortal, who lived on Yunding Mountain. The peak had no paths for ascending or descending, assumedly offering a picturesque scene; since tourism couldn’t be developed, Yunding Mountain had been left untouched, becoming the abode of the Grass Hat Immortal.

"Scram!"

As soon as the Grass Hat Immortal appeared, he attracted everyone’s attention. With his gigantic stature and Taoist robe, he really looked like a figure from ancient times; thus, many passersby started snapping photos and videos with their phones, sharing them on social media, and even a few daring souls ran over for selfies.

The Grass Hat Immortal was tough, waving his whisk once, and the phones of those taking photos and videos suddenly shattered—just from a single swing without even touching them. Where do you go to complain about that, to the Grass Hat Immortal? He didn’t even touch your phone; no reason for it.

Wang Fangqian was very pleased with this show of power by the Grass Hat Immortal; he had been frowning all these days, and now he could finally see the sky through the clouds, no longer needing to hide.

"Grass Hat Immortal, I’ve been desperately waiting for you!"

Wang Fangqian excitedly moved forward for a hug, noticing the displeased look on the Grass Hat Immortal’s face, most likely still upset about earlier, his beard in disarray.

"Tell me, what’s the name of the person to be killed?"

The Grass Hat Immortal asked bluntly.

"No rush, let’s discuss it back at my place," Wang Fangqian wouldn’t be foolish enough to discuss this matter in public.

Finally, at Wang Fangqian’s villa, he disclosed that the reason for their meeting was to kill Su Xuan.

"Has he cultivated?" the Grass Hat Immortal asked.

The others were startled—that cultivation usually only existed in fantasy novels. It was the 21st century in a major city; no one really believed in such things anymore.

"Get someone to check if he has cultivated. Never mind, don’t bother; he won’t be my match anyway," the Grass Hat Immortal confidently asserted, suggesting his towering height should make him suitable for the NBA, where previous contracts alone could be worth hundreds of millions. His way of making money seemed a bit old-fashioned, and while the Grass Hat Immortal had the strength for assassination, he clearly didn’t understand the law. In today’s harmonious, progressive, democratic, and equal society, he should perhaps consider changing his money-making schemes.

"Do you know where Su Xuan is now?" the Grass Hat Immortal inquired again.

"Not sure at the moment, but we can lure him out—I’ll be the bait," Wang Fangqian said cheerfully, believing that if he made a move, Su Xuan would definitely come to settle accounts, and then the Grass Hat Immortal could be brought in. "Haha, Su Xuan can just wait for his demise. When the time comes to be charged with murder, just push everything onto the Grass Hat Immortal. I bet that simpleton will end up clashing with the local forces, seeking his own death. If he dies, then I don’t even have to pay the three hundred million appearance fee."

Wang Fangqian even planned out in his mind that once the Grass Hat Immortal indeed killed Su Xuan, he could report it to the police to get the Grass Hat Immortal arrested. He certainly wouldn’t cooperate and would rebel, and after a wild fight in which the Grass Hat Immortal might die, Wang Fangqian wouldn’t have to pay any wages. "Hahaha..."

Wang Fangqian thought everything was perfect.

Sure enough, once Wang Fangqian showed up, Su Xuan received a call from Yun Zhonghu of the Dasanyuan casino, saying that Wang Fangqian was currently in the downtown area. If Su Xuan was free, he might want to take a look.

"Downtown?" Su Xuan wasn’t a fool; what was he supposed to do in such a crowded area—capture Wang Fangqian? He must be out of his mind; how could he make a move with so many people around? It needed to be done stealthily, in a place without witnesses.

As Su Xuan, bored, played with his phone, news of a two and a half meters tall giant arriving in Qiutian City spread online. From the photos, Su Xuan recognized a familiar figure—wasn’t that Wang Fangqian?