141: Chapter 140 I Can Give You Money 141: Chapter 140 I Can Give You Money Song Yun took a step forward, Shen Li stepped back, Song Yun advanced another step, and Shen Li still retreated.
When there was no more room to retreat, Song Yun lightly held the other’s neck and asked, “Where is the woman who just came in?”
“Wuu wuu wuu…” The response was a sobbing sound.
“Speak damn human language; I don’t understand alien tongues,” Song Yun said irritably.
“Wuu wuu wuu…”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see I was covering your mouth,” Song Yun embarrassingly released the other.
“Phew, I don’t know what you’re talking about.
If you want to rob, the safe on the second floor, the combination is three ones.
If you want to rape, the woman is lying on the floor, do as you please, I’ll pretend I didn’t see,” Shen Li said, his heart still pounding.
He had thought he was really going to die when Song Yun was choking him.
“Looks like you want to die, huh?” Song Yun said, his face darkening.
“I…” Shen Li couldn’t finish his sentence before Song Yun lifted him into the air by his neck.
Watching Shen Li nearly kick and suffocate, he allowed him some breath and then choked him again.
The back and forth made Shen Li wish he could cry, so he took the chance to breathe and shouted loudly, “She’s in the backyard of the restaurant.”
Song Yun delivered a karate chop to his neck and kicked him aside.
The man inside the room was oblivious to the events outside, fiddling with a camera in the darkened room, planning to shoot some steamy adult videos before taking a few photos.
“Bang!”
The door was ruthlessly kicked open, and the man jumped in shock.
However, his courage, developed over many years, surged at that moment, and he grabbed a fruit knife from the table and lunged at Song Yun outside the door.
Clang!
Song Yun swiftly kicked, slamming the man against the wall.
Without a trace of sympathy, Song Yun kicked the man again, sending him crashing into the wall.
He then walked over, picked up the dropped camera, and glanced at Wu Xin, who was unconscious on the bed.
Angrily stepping on the man’s face, he sneered, “Are you a disciple of Brother Edison?”
“Fuck you, who are you?
Get your foot off my face!” The man’s face, originally clean-cut and radiant, twisted with pain.
But as Song Yun stomped again and again, he began to drool uncontrollably, his breathing labored.
“It doesn’t matter who I am.
All I know is you messed with the wrong person.
I’m very rule-abiding: do not provoke me lightly, otherwise it’s hand for a hand, foot for a foot,” Song Yun said with a smile, though the intensity of his stomping continuously increased, making the bones under his foot crack.
“I was wrong, I shouldn’t have done this.
Let me go, please.
I can give you money, as much as you want,” the man pleaded beneath Song Yun’s foot.
“But what if I want your life?” Song Yun’s smile intensified, his foot pressing down even harder.
“No, please, I don’t want to die.
Just call my family, and they’ll give you a lot of money, a whole lot of money.” Speaking was extremely difficult for the man under Song Yun’s foot, not only because he had to avoid dribbling saliva everywhere but also because he had to force out his pleading words one by one.
“Oh?
Your family really is rich, but you’ll have to answer some questions before I decide whether to spare your dog’s life.”
“Ask, ask, I won’t hide anything from you.”
“Your age, name, and job,” Song Yun demanded.
“I’m twenty-eight today, my surname is Qian, first name Zimo, and I’m a manager in a family business,” Qian Zimo said, panting.
“Why did you do it?”
“I…I love her.” Zimo’s eyes lit up with the declaration.
“I’ve loved her since the first sight in college.
The moment I saw her, I knew I’d marry no one but her.
But in the end, she married a bastard.
I waited for years in longing, only to find she had no desire to remarry after her divorce.”
“I love her, I’ve always loved her deeply, but she never accepted my proposal,” Qian Zimo said through gritted teeth, clearly harboring deep resentment.
Song Yun chuckled, thinking to himself that this guy truly was an extremist.
Unable to obtain love by normal means, he resorted to deviant schemes—not exactly a good sort.
“So, you planned to kill Wu Xin after you were done?”
“No, I never thought such things.
I just wanted to take some photos after, to make her utterly devoted to me.”
“And then keep her locked up forever?” Song Yun scoffed.
“Erm…”
What a bastard this guy was, thinking of locking a woman up at home as if she was some object to play with.
That was worse than killing Wu Xin.
“So if she disagrees, you would use your nude photos and videos to blackmail her, right?
If she wanted to run in the future, you’d threaten her with those videos, wouldn’t you?” Song Yun said.
This strategy might be effective and have a high success rate with other gentle women who could easily be taken advantage of.
But he didn’t consider he was dealing with Wu Xin, a single woman who made a success of a hotpot restaurant.
If Qian Zimo dared to threaten her with such a thing, she would definitely choose suicide.
Qian Zimo lay on the ground, silent, his face a panicky mess as he watched Song Yun’s smiling face growing brighter.
Having prepared his excuses, his plan completely collapsed after revealing his despicable intentions through Song Yun’s manipulation.
Song Yun toyed with the camera in his hand and said with a smile, “This matter has made me very angry.
If it weren’t for my timely arrival, she would have been ruined by you.
What should I do to punish you, huh?
Should I kill you or…”
“I’ll take the second option,” Qian Zimo blurted out without hesitation.
“Are you sure you don’t want to think it over?
You really want the second option?
Are you sure you’ve thought it through?” Song Yun raised an eyebrow.
“No need to think further, as long as I can live, anything else you ask of me is fine.”
“Well, that’s rather unexpected,” Song Yun said amusedly.
“Uh…may I choose one way out?” Qian Zimo asked somewhat sheepishly.
“Oh?” For the first time, Song Yun found it peculiar for anyone to bargain with him, so he said curiously, “Tell me, what do you propose?”
“I can give you money, a lot of money,” Qian Zimo said weakly.