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Chapter 170
Chapter 170: Your Singing Is Terrible, So I Have to Kill You
Inside the VIP room on the fourth floor.
Li Hu poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Jiang Che, his face full of a fawning smile.
“Young Master Jiang, please have some tea.” Although he didn’t know why Jiang Che was here today, he didn’t dare to ask more, only muttering inwardly.
Jiang Che took a sip of the hot tea and quietly waited for Song Tao’s arrival. After a while, the waiter brought Song Tao into the room.
“Young Master Jiang, Mr. Song is here.” After saying this, the waiter wisely left, closing the door behind him.
“Hello, Young Master Jiang…” Looking at the excessively handsome young man in front of him, Song Tao’s face was full of respect.
He didn’t dare to show any arrogance. Before coming, Sister Zhang had already told him about Jiang Che’s background. He was not someone Song Tao could afford to offend.
“Sit down.” Jiang Che said with a faint smile, instructing Li Hu to pour a cup of tea for Song Tao and then have Li Hu wait outside.
“Young Master Jiang, may I know why you called me here today?” After Li Hu left, Song Tao cautiously asked Jiang Che.
“It’s nothing much, I just like some of the songs you wrote.”
“I see. If you have any questions, Young Master Jiang, feel free to ask me.” Hearing Jiang Che’s words, Song Tao breathed a sigh of relief, the huge weight in his heart finally lifted.
He thought Jiang Che wanted something important from him, but it turned out he just wanted to discuss some lyrics.
“These lyrics, I seem to have heard them somewhere… Are these really Mr. Song’s original songs?” Jiang Che took another sip of tea, slowly asking with a faint smile.
“What do you mean by that, Young Master Jiang? Of course, these are my original songs…” Facing Jiang Che’s scrutinizing gaze, Song Tao felt a bit guilty.
He was confused, not understanding why Jiang Che would ask such a question. He was sure that the songs he sang did not exist in this world, so why would Jiang Che ask such a thing?
Could it be that this guy was not from this world either? A transmigrator? Thinking of this absurd idea, Song Tao immediately shook his head to deny his own thoughts.
He had previously asked the system a similar question, and the system clearly told him that he was the only transmigrator in this world, the protagonist of this world.
“Oh? Is that so? Then, Mr. Song, do you know this person?” Jiang Che sneered, throwing a photo of Jay Chou in front of him, which he had exchanged for 100 villain points from the system earlier.
“This…” Seeing the man in the photo, Song Tao was completely dumbfounded.
Damn it, how could Jay Chou’s photo appear in this world? He had previously investigated and confirmed that this person did not exist in this world!
Could his transmigration have caused some butterfly effect? But how did Jiang Che know this person?
“What, nothing to say?”
“Young Master Jiang, you…” Song Tao swallowed hard, looking at Jiang Che with a face full of fear.
He was now almost certain that Jiang Che was also a transmigrator and had discovered his secret. Jiang Che had probably called him here today to silence him.
“Actually, I didn’t intend to kill you at first. After all, we are fellow countrymen.” Jiang Che sighed, “But I attended your concert the other day. Your singing was really terrible.”
“It caused irreversible damage to my ears and spirit. After careful consideration, I decided to kill you.”
Hearing Jiang Che’s words, Song Tao’s face twitched violently, and his expression darkened. If you want to kill me, just say so. Damn it, this is the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard.
“So, you should just die…” Jiang Che’s face still carried a faint smile, but his words sent a chill down Song Tao’s spine. As he spoke, Jiang Che pulled out a handgun from the table, loaded it, and aimed it at Song Tao’s forehead.
“No… Young Master Jiang, please don’t kill me.” Cold sweat broke out on Song Tao’s forehead, his eyes filled with fear, and his face trembling uncontrollably. He didn’t think the gun in Jiang Che’s hand was a toy.
“Don’t kill me. Let’s join forces and dominate this world together. After all, we are fellow countrymen…”
“I don’t need to join forces with trash.” Jiang Che looked at him disdainfully, ready to pull the trigger.
“No… Young Master Jiang, you can’t kill me. Otherwise, my backer, Glory Entertainment, won’t let you off… They are people from the imperial capital families!”
Seeing that Jiang Che was unmoved by his words, Song Tao was almost scared to death, speaking incoherently.
Hearing Song Tao’s words, Jiang Che lowered the handgun. He had no intention of letting him go but had thought of a more interesting method.
“Li Hu, come in!” Jiang Che shouted towards the door.
“Young Master Jiang…” Hearing Jiang Che’s call, Li Hu immediately opened the door and entered, his face full of respect.
“Kill him.” Jiang Che tossed the handgun to Li Hu and sat back down, watching with a playful expression.
“This…” Li Hu looked at Song Tao in confusion. At this moment, Song Tao was already scared out of his wits, babbling about not wanting to die.
“What’s the matter, you don’t want to?” Jiang Che raised an eyebrow, impatiently asking.
It’s just killing someone, why is this guy hesitating? It’s not like he hasn’t killed before.
“If we kill him, it might cause significant trouble, Young Master Jiang…” Li Hu hesitated, knowing Song Tao’s background as a top star in the Chinese music scene. Killing him would definitely stir up a huge public outcry.
“Just kill him. I’ll handle the rest.” Jiang Che lit a cigarette, exhaling a ring of smoke, speaking slowly.
Hearing Jiang Che’s words, Li Hu no longer hesitated, picking up the handgun and firing three shots into Song Tao’s chest.
Blood stained his clothes, and without a word, Song Tao died on the spot. Li Hu’s hand trembled slightly as he held the handgun. Having retired from the underworld, it had been years since he killed anyone. Seeing Song Tao’s corpse made him feel nauseous.
But he didn’t dare to disobey Jiang Che’s orders. Otherwise, he might be the one dead today. Besides, Jiang Che had said he would take responsibility for any consequences, so Li Hu wasn’t too afraid.
“Ding, the host has successfully killed the son of luck, Song Tao, and earned a mysterious treasure chest ×1.”
“You did well. Remember to dispose of the body properly.” Jiang Che extinguished his cigarette, stood up from the sofa, patted Li Hu on the shoulder, and left.
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After Jiang Che left, Li Hu finally came back to his senses.
He didn’t dare to look at Song Tao’s corpse again, immediately instructing a few of his trusted men to clean up the scene and discreetly took Song Tao’s body to the crematorium for incineration.