My Perfect Female CEO
Chapter 338: Terminator, why are you here

Chapter 338: Chapter 338: Terminator, why are you here

"Have those three people who escaped been found?" Ye Fan inquired.

"Boss, I’ve got people following them. Even without that, on the boss’s turf, they’re trapped." Brother Liang said gleefully, "Just got word from below, those three are hiding in a small hotel."

"Let’s go." Ye Fan called out, Brother Liang leading the way, with Qiu Wen close behind.

The car roared and thundered down the road.

"Master, do you know that foreigner?" Zhang Lu voiced his inner doubts.

"Don’t ask questions. We’ll just kill them later." Ye Fan said indifferently. Wilson knew his identity. He knew that if his identity was revealed, it would bring endless trouble, so Wilson had to be eliminated.

"Okay." Qiu Wen nodded obediently, saying nothing more. She had already sensed those foreigners were no ordinary people. The fact that Lin Bowen and his crew, whose identity was obviously not simple, came out to protect them revealed a lot.

Inside the hotel, Wilson looked grim, the curly-haired man and the muscle man standing by.

"Damn, what bad luck, getting involved with local forces, this is tricky." Wilson said worried.

"Boss, what’s there to fear? I’ve checked behind us, no one’s following, no one will find us." The muscle man said fearlessly, "Even if someone comes, with our strength, we can certainly ensure the boss’s safety."

"What do you know? Now we’re trapped, no escape. Offending the local forces means even a passerby could be one of them. We have nowhere safe to hide. Even the hotel owner could be one of them." Wilson said worriedly, "Impulsiveness is the devil, impulsiveness is the devil. I should have controlled myself."

Now, no matter what he said, it was too late; being inexplicably trapped in this situation was certainly not good.

"What? The hotel owner is one of them? I’ll kill him." The muscle man shouted angrily.

"You brainless, muscle-bound fool, I said possibly, did you hear clearly?" Wilson reprimanded displeased.

"Boss, what do we do now?" the curly-haired man asked.

"We can only wait. The assistant has gone to make contact. Once we find someone, we’ll be safe." Wilson quickly took out his phone, called the glasses man, but there was no response, which puzzled him, "Could something have happened?"

The glasses man was already dead; they couldn’t possibly know this news.

"No way, he can’t have died. I’ve already offended the local forces, and now I must rely on the assistant to bring reinforcements. If something happened to the assistant, wouldn’t I be in trouble?" Wilson’s mind was in turmoil, thinking of the cautious escape along the way, believing they’d reached a safe place, only to encounter such a change. All along, it was the assistant who contacted Old Fu; for safety, he’d never shown his face. Now, wanting to contact Old Fu, he realized he didn’t even have a way to reach him.

"Damn, damn, damn, too cautious, and now without the assistant, we’ve run into a dead end." Wilson said remorsefully.

"By now, the assistant should have contacted the contact person, should be safe. Probably went back to the clubhouse to pick us up. If there’s conflict, the assistant is powerless, the potential for unexpected situations is high." The curly-haired man analyzed.

"No, it won’t be the case. The assistant found the contact person, safety shouldn’t be an issue. Maybe it’s just a bad signal, can’t contact temporarily. Wait a bit. Even if the assistant really did encounter trouble, Old Fu’s people are all-seeing. They’ll find me before the local forces, no need to worry too much." Wilson said confidently.

His confidence wasn’t without reason. He believed Old Fu’s influence was incomparable to a bunch of local thugs.

"That’s good, I’m just afraid of being caught and fed to the fish." The muscle man said fearfully.

"Look at you, you coward, pathetic." The curly-haired man sneered.

Soon, Ye Fan, Qiu Wen, and Brother Liang entered the hotel.

The hotel owner respectfully offered cigarettes, "Brother Liang, as soon as I received the order, I closely watched the surroundings. Never expected those three bastards to run into my small shop, so I reported it. Brother Liang visiting my humble abode, it’s my great fortune."

"Boss, Sister Dao, this is the person who tipped off our people." Brother Liang dared not take the owner’s offered cigarette. In front of Ye Fan and Sister Dao, he knew his place.

"You wait here, no need to follow." Ye Fan instructed casually, then looked at the owner, "Which room are they in?"

"Yes." Brother Liang replied respectfully.

"Second floor, far left on the inside." The owner, trembling slightly, blurted out without a moment’s hesitation.

Ye Fan and Qiu Wen went upstairs.

The hotel owner’s action of offering a cigarette froze mid-air. His gaze followed the direction Ye Fan and Qiu Wen left, dumbfounded. In this area, Brother Liang was the boss to him, never did he expect the people accompanying Brother Liang were even higherups.

"Brother Liang, you just called her Sister Dao? Then who was that boss? Could it be the mastermind? Brother Ye!" The owner almost bit off his tongue, stunned and speechless.

The owner was perceptive; from Brother Liang’s respect behavior and words, he picked out many clues.

"Don’t ask questions." Brother Liang advised.

"Oh my, today really met a big shot." The owner exclaimed, the cigarette falling to the ground, kneeling and bowing in the direction where Ye Fan disappeared. Meeting a big shot, it’s like meeting a benefactor. In the future, as long as Brother Liang says a word to take care of him, then who would dare to offend him, his business would prosper, and his status would rise.

"You guard outside. I will go talk in the room." Ye Fan instructed Qiu Wen undeniably.

"Yes, Master." Qiu Wen nodded obediently.

Ye Fan kicked open the door and went inside.

Wilson, the muscle man, and the curly-haired man were suddenly alarmed.

"Who? Who are you?" The muscle man was on alert.

"The boss was right. Once you offend local forces, there’s no way out. They’ve come so fast." The curly-haired man’s eyes narrowed.

Despite being alone, seeing Ye Fan, both the muscle man and curly-haired man knew they were facing a master, their hearts filled with dread.

Wilson’s expression was much more complex, filled with mixed emotions, and his whole face twisted together.

"Terminator, why are you, here!" Wilson almost shivering, spat out words one by one.