Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 861: Ashamed on Behalf of Xiang Yu

Tie Zhuzi was busy sorting out the car debris when Su Yongzhen came over. Seeing the new track wrecked like this, Su Yongzhen couldn’t help but feel displeased.

"Hey tall guy, what the hell are you doing? Why’d you suddenly drive out the fire truck?" Su Yongzhen questioned.

Tie Zhuzi was also feeling a little annoyed. He widened his eyes and snapped, "Damn it, your little buddy almost got killed, and you’re still worried about this?"

Unwilling to back down, Su Yongzhen started arguing loudly with Tie Zhuzi.

Xiang Yu had just gotten off a call with Sun Bo. He rummaged around the desk and found Fang Rong’s business card.

It had been a long time since he last saw Fang Kuohai. Xiang Yu really wanted to see how he was doing now. After all, when he first got into the city, it was Fang Kuohai who showed him the ropes.

"Hello, I’m Fang Rong from Chiheng Group. And you are?" Fang Rong’s sweet voice came through, pleasant to the ears.

"I’m Xiang Yu," Xiang Yu replied bluntly.

Hearing Xiang Yu’s voice, Fang Rong immediately complained, "You’re so petty! Are you afraid I’ll make you treat me to a meal, so you ran off? And your so-called little buddy—ugh, he’s disgusting. Can’t stop bragging..."

Fang Rong launched into a tirade of complaints against Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu felt a little awkward. He realized the "little buddy" she was referring to must be Sun Bo. Who knows what nonsense Sun Bo had spouted to this young lady to make her this upset.

"What does Chiheng Group do, anyway?" Xiang Yu quickly interrupted. If he didn’t stop her, Fang Rong would probably keep going.

No wonder she became a sales manager—with that eloquence of hers.

"You country bumpkin! You don’t even know the famous Chiheng Group? How do you even survive out there?" Talking about her company, Fang Rong looked smug.

"When are you free?" Xiang Yu asked.

"What, you want to treat me to dinner? Let me tell you, I only go to high-end places. Aren’t you afraid I’ll eat you into bankruptcy?" Fang Rong teased.

Xiang Yu felt speechless. He hadn’t realized before that this little gal could talk so much.

"If it’s convenient, how about eating at your place?" Xiang Yu suggested. He really just wanted to meet Fang Kuohai, which was why he brought it up.

"At my house? What are you even thinking? Let me tell you, Xiang Yu, you scoundrel, if you’re planning on causing trouble for my dad, I won’t let you off," Fang Rong retorted.

Hearing Xiang Yu wanted to come to her house, her first thought was that he was some ruffian who might bring trouble to her father.

"If it’s not convenient, forget it." Xiang Yu was about to hang up. Meeting Fang Kuohai had just been a passing thought—not a big deal.

"No way, you don’t get to decide not to come just because you said so. I’ll pick you up at six tonight. Where are you staying?" Fang Rong persisted.

"Tianyue Hotel," Xiang Yu replied casually.

Tianyue Hotel was a five-star property under the Yuran Group. Xiang Yu usually stayed there, so he mentioned it without much thought.

But to Fang Rong, it seemed like Xiang Yu was trying to show off. She subconsciously believed Xiang Yu was struggling and couldn’t possibly afford to stay in a hotel like that.

Nonetheless, since Xiang Yu had said it, she was willing to give him that face.

"Fine, six o’clock it is. I’ll come and pick you up," Fang Rong said before hanging up directly.

After hanging up, she made another call.

"Hello, Manager Wang, are you still hiring?" Fang Rong asked politely.

"We still need a security guard," a middle-aged man’s voice replied.

"Great, set that position aside for me—I might need it," Fang Rong said with a smile.

After all, she had once harbored a crush on Xiang Yu back in the day. Now that she saw him down on his luck, she thought she’d give him a hand.

No matter how he had been before, as long as he changed for the better, there wouldn’t be a problem.

After leaving the racetrack, Xiang Yu returned directly to the hotel, collapsed on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep. His greatest passion in life was sleeping. And once he started, he slept like the dead.

When he woke up, it was already five-thirty in the afternoon. He did a quick wash-up and casually strolled downstairs.

By the time he reached the lobby, it was already close to six. Fang Rong wasn’t there yet, so he sat on the flowerbed outside the hotel entrance to wait.

The hotel security guards initially came out to stop him, but when they saw it was Xiang Yu, one of them brought over a chair for him to sit on.

Xiang Yu was wearing a cheap, white casual outfit that looked like it had been worn for ages—several areas were worn so thin they were about to tear.

Whenever cars passed through the entrance, people would glance at him out of curiosity, wondering why a character like him was allowed to loiter around the hotel entrance.

Around ten past six, a white sedan sped up to him and parked right beside him.

Fang Rong jumped out of the car in a hurry, flung open the door, and stuffed Xiang Yu inside.

"What’s with the urgency? Are you running from someone?" Xiang Yu looked around curiously.

"No one’s chasing me—I’m embarrassed for you!" Fang Rong said, her face flushed, as she quickly drove off.

Tianyue Hotel was the most luxurious hotel in the city, frequented only by the rich or powerful.

As Chiheng Group’s sales manager, Fang Rong only came to this hotel for important clients—and even then, maybe just a few times a year.

Every time she came, it was in a company car, as her personal vehicle, which cost just over a hundred grand, didn’t feel appropriate for such a setting.

Today, she had rushed over, thinking Xiang Yu would be waiting for her somewhere far from the entrance. To her surprise, he had been sitting right next to the main doors, and he even had a chair.

She didn’t care how the chair got there; all she felt was her face burning with embarrassment.

Meanwhile, in the hotel’s security room, a young guard was puzzled and asked, "Captain, what was that about? Why were you so nice to that guy? Is he your relative?"

"Bullshit! I wouldn’t dare claim that kind of relative," the captain barked furiously.

The guard assumed the captain was embarrassed by Xiang Yu’s shabby appearance, as his clothes were truly low-quality and almost falling apart.

"That makes sense. That guy looks like a total loser—no way he’s your relative," the guard muttered.

"Let me tell you something—that guy is the chairman’s elder brother! Stop gossiping and get back to work! Remember, whenever you see him, stay sharp!" the captain scolded.

The young guard, who had been rigorously selected for the job, froze in shock. Turns out, Tianyue Hotel really was a place full of hidden big shots.

It wasn’t until Fang Rong had driven a good distance from the hotel that she finally calmed down.

"Why’d you go hang out there? Do you even know what kind of place that is?" Fang Rong asked, clearly unhappy.

Even if Xiang Yu wanted to put on a show, he didn’t need to actually go there. Getting himself beaten up wouldn’t be worth it. Yet there he was, sitting right at the entrance, leisurely watching the sunset...