168: Chapter 167: Do You Know Who I Am?
168: Chapter 167: Do You Know Who I Am?
“Song Yun, Dong Linze has gotten into trouble and is going to be prosecuted by the court in a few days,” Li Shishi said, looking at the message on her phone in shock.
“Is he going in that quickly?
Are the efficiency levels of the oversight departments really that high?” Song Yun asked, somewhat surprised.
“No, they say that during the interrogation of Dong Linze, a mysterious call came through, and then Dong Linze was detained in custody,” Li Shishi explained, frowning.
After all, this mysterious call had now put tremendous pressure on the Sunan Municipal Government.
Who made that call?
Why target Dong Linze, who was a hopeful for the position of chief of police, right from the start?
Now everybody associated with Dong Linze had begun to leverage their connections to find out if they might be brought down in this upheaval.
Song Yun shrugged and said, “I just played a minor bad role concerning Dong Linze.
I don’t know anything about that mysterious call, but it certainly saved us a lot of effort.
Could you call Wang Dong and tell him to start exerting his influence?
And remind him to rein in his people for the time being.”
Li Shishi nodded and started to make a call to Wang Dong while Song Yun squinted his eyes towards the gate of the courtyard.
He suddenly felt a pang of apprehension, a feeling more intense than even when he was nearly disemboweled on a mission abroad.
A Hummer slowly pulled up at the entrance of the villa.
Li Tang stepped out, followed by an elderly, astoundingly ancient man, but it seemed as though Li Tang was somewhat afraid of the old man, letting him walk ahead.
The elder looked up at the gate and chuckled, “Is Yun’er living here?”
“Yes, elder brother has bought this property since he returned to Sunan City,” Li Tang replied respectfully, unable to fathom the extent of the old man’s capabilities.
However, he felt that if it weren’t for being able to see the old man, Tang would have thought there was no one beside him, as he had never encountered someone with such a low presence.
“Knock on the door.
I was the one who performed the lottery ceremony when Yun’er was born,” the old man grinned, revealing a toothless gum.
Li Tang gently knocked on the door, unsure if Song Yun was home; he had planned to call Song Yun before coming, but the elder had stopped him.
Song Yun heard the knocks and was about to answer the door himself when Qingluan beat him to it.
Song Yun thought to himself that it wasn’t good, sensing an overwhelming aura outside the door—an aura he had never felt before, and the thought of possible enemies arriving filled him with dread.
However, when Qingluan opened the door, nothing untoward happened.
Li Tang stood outside, scratching his head and chuckling, “Sister-in-law, is big brother home?”
“Who’s your sister-in-law?” Qingluan blushed and gave Li Tang a cold look.
“Your big brother is busy in the living room.
And who is this old gentleman?”
“The young girl is of good character, and her face indicates she will bring prosperity to her husband.
Yun’er has good taste in choosing a wife,” the old man stepped forward and began sizing up Qingluan thoroughly, finishing with a comment that nearly made her explode, “When are you and Yun’er planning to have a little baby?”
Li Tang was taken aback by this remark; this old fellow was really something, directly asking when they were going to have children.
Couldn’t he see that Qingluan’s face was icy enough to scrape frost off it?
At that moment, Song Yun came out from the inner room, smiling on seeing Li Tang, “What brought you to visit me today?”
“This elderly gentleman arrived at our headquarters today, saying he had business with you, so I played the coachman,” Li Tang replied with a goofy smile.
“This old man’s kung fu is incredible.
If I couldn’t see him with my own eyes, I would have thought there was no one beside me.”
“Little friend, speaking ill of others in their presence is not a nice behavior,” the old man stepped forward and patted Li Tang on the shoulder, who fell to the ground as though the seemingly gentle pat had been heavy.
Only then did Song Yun realize the strong presence he had felt was emanating from this elderly man.
He stepped forward with a bow and said, “Elder, I’m not sure when I might have offended you, but as the saying goes, ‘There’s a head for every debt and a master for every grievance.’ If there’s anything you need, please go to Africa and find my master; he’s the one instructing me in all these matters.”
Song Yun decisively sold out his master right away, thinking that this old fellow wouldn’t gain anything from finding him anyway.
Was the RB Fairy Qili joking?
He couldn’t believe those two women would just watch idly as the old man encountered trouble.
“You, my boy, are very much like your father Ergou.
Just like he was…just as thick-skinned,” the old man said with a smirk.
“Let’s talk inside.”
Song Yun furrowed his brow and invited the old man inside, figuring he must know what he was talking about since he even mentioned his father’s name, not to mention he seemed quite familiar with him.
Song Yun had to admit, he was a trusting person.
Once inside, the old man’s eyes kept darting between the women in the room, his mouth never stopping its inane chatter, while Song Yun cursed internally, reprimanding the old man for taking advantage of his kindness while essentially being a weak old man.
The old man settled into a sofa and said to Song Yun, “The first time I saw you, you had just been born.
I never thought you’d grow up to be so big.
How has life been treating you abroad these past years?”
“It’s been all right, I guess, just moving from place to place, sometimes getting beaten up for no reason, other times fighting for my life,” Song Yun replied nonchalantly.
“Take off your shirt, let me see your achievements,” the old man said.
Damn, this old guy couldn’t just be satisfied with taking advantage of the women, now he was after Song Yun too?
If Song Yun didn’t feel that he couldn’t beat him, he would have already thrown him out.
After removing his shirt, the myriad of scars from blades and bullets on his chest and back were uncountable, even making Li Shishi, who had seen Song Yun’s body, feel exceptionally uncomfortable.
The old man reached out and touched a scar on Song Yun’s abdomen, “How did this one happen?”
“This was when I was tracking someone, fell into their trap, and got nearly gutted,” Song Yun answered simply.
“And this scar?”
“That’s a longer story.
When I was a child playing in the back mountains, I encountered a wolf chasing a fellow disciple.
I wrestled with the wolf, and this claw mark is what I got from it.”
“What about this wound…”
The old man asked about more than a dozen severe wounds on Song Yun’s body, with Song Yun providing an answer for each.
After finishing, the old man closed his eyes for a moment and then asked, “What happened to those who hurt you?”
“They’re all dead,” Song Yun raised an eyebrow and said with a grin, “Some died from lack of intent to kill; others from having the intent but not the determination.”
“Very good, very good.
As a man of the Song family, you should indeed repay any offense with great interest,” the old man said gravely.
“Do you know who I am?”