174: Chapter 173: The Game Begins 174: Chapter 173: The Game Begins Song Yun also wanted to try what it was like to be a kidnapper, so he pulled out a butterfly knife from his pocket.
This small, half-folded knife, due to its compact size, was normally used for things like peeling apples.
He pressed it against Gao Fushuai’s neck and said seriously, “Don’t anyone come closer, or a shake of my hand might accidentally slice his throat, which would be quite unfortunate.”
“Quick, let Mr.
Gao go.
Do you know what will happen to you?
Just let Mr.
Gao go, and I guarantee you’ll leave unharmed,” the head of security said with a heavy habitual tone and a slightly simpler mindset.
Even now, he believed that promising Song Yun and his group a safe exit would suffice.
“Hey, don’t talk like that.
Your Mr.
Gao was all tough just a moment ago, roughing up and cursing at me, his ‘friend.’ Let’s give him a little punishment first.” Song Yun lightly drew across Gao Fushuai’s chest, and blood freely flowed from the wound, staining a large swath of his clothes red.
“Ah, please, I beg you, spare me,” cried Gao Fushuai, having had enough.
The man before him was exerting too much pressure.
The security head was dumbfounded, not expecting someone to dare commit assault in broad daylight.
Didn’t he know this was a lawful society?
Didn’t he realize using a knife was already a crime?
“No, no, no, state your terms, but please, just don’t hurt Mr.
Gao,” pleaded the security head urgently, while he secretly instructed his men to inform their superiors of the situation.
“Don’t worry, my hands are very steady.
Under normal circumstances, it’s not possible to carve open a man’s chest unless I apply force.
But I can’t guarantee that my hands will always be this precise.
If it takes too long, or if I accidentally…
You know, the chest is a very risky place, easy to slice open or pierce through.
If my hand shakes and the blade plunges into his heart, then it’d be impossible to let go even if I wanted to,” Song Yun said with a sinister smile.
This bastard, what on earth does he want?
The security head was cursing Song Yun’s ancestors in his mind; this guy really knew how to stir up trouble.
What if Gao Hu found out his son was in this sorry state and complained to the higher-ups?
Holding onto his position would be difficult.
“Rest assured, I won’t bully the honest.
This matter has nothing to do with you; just stand there and be good,” Song Yun said, looking down and kicking at the bodies of the other hoodlums.
“Aren’t you all friends with Mr.
Gao?
Come on, stand up in a line.”
These thugs were terrified out of their wits.
Damn it, they were already beaten to the ground, which in any game meant they should have been corpses by now.
Why the hell drag them up with a big healing spell?
They weren’t even friends with Mr.
Gao; they were just there to help out.
Despite thinking this, they hurriedly stood up in a row when they saw Mao Shan grinning wickedly at them.
“I want to play a game with you guys, called ‘You’re My Brother.’ Since you came to help Mr.
Gao fight today, you must be his good brothers.
If you’re brothers, you share weal and woe.
Now that Young Master Gao has been injured, according to the game rules, it’s time for sharing woe.
But since I can’t find a knife for you all to harm yourselves, there’s only one method: form a circle and take turns slapping the person next to you.
The harder and faster you slap, the sooner I’ll let one person out at the end of each round.
How’s that for fun?” Song Yun said with a mockingly playful grin.
“But if you don’t obey, if you slap too slowly or too gently, I’ll take it as a challenge to my authority.
Then I’ll have to mark Young Master Gao’s body.
How many marks I make depends entirely on you.
Young Master Gao, if you end up with a cut on your face or a stab in your leg, you can’t blame me.
Later, I’ll point out the person whose actions weren’t up to standard for you to deal with,” Song Yun said ominously, causing Gao Fushuai to look at the gang of hoodlums with changed eyes.
The tough guys were in a tight spot, unable to voice their woes.
If they slapped, they feared they’d have to go home with swollen faces, but if they didn’t, they’d later be on Gao Fushuai’s radar, possibly subject to underhanded tactics—leaving them feeling miserable and cornered.
It seemed playing a villain wasn’t just about dying a simple death anymore; it required a toll on body and soul.
“Get ready,” Song Yun called out: “The game begins.”
At Song Yun’s command, the dozen or so participants looked at each other.
They might not have been the baddest of the bunch, but in their own territory, they had some reputation.
To do something as humiliating as this went against their grain, for they felt it wasn’t a case of ‘snap your fingers and I’ll slap someone for you.’
What did they mix in the underworld for if not for face?
They didn’t want to harm ties by acting too harshly today.
But Song Yun was pressuring them, saying that if they didn’t hurry up, he’d take action himself.
They hesitated, none wanting to throw away their lifelong image over Gao Fushuai.
“I’ll give you one more chance,” Song Yun said with a displeased expression.
“The first was just to set a reminder.
The second will be for real.
If you don’t move after I shout ‘The game begins’ this time, I’ll slash Young Master Gao’s face, and that cut will be your responsibility.”
“Now,” Song Yun shouted, “The game begins!”
Seeing that the dozen people still wouldn’t move, Song Yun, incensed, slashed Gao Fushuai’s leg, causing Gao Fushuai to scream out, “Do something, damn you!
If you don’t, I’ll kill you all afterward!”
“Fuck it, brothers, let’s do it—for our Young Master Gao.
Getting slapped is whatever; after all, Young Master Gao won’t let us down later.” One hoodlum shouted, then slapped a big guy next to him.
“Not hard enough,” said Song Yun dismissively.
“Didn’t you eat, man?
Put some muscle into it.”
The first to comply already upset the man he slapped, but Song Yun kept picking faults, claiming the force was insufficient.
Damn it, did he think they didn’t want to slap hard?
Who wouldn’t want to strike out, as long as it didn’t result in their own beating?
The thug bit down hard, murmuring an apology to his nearby ‘brother,’ then slapped with more force, sending the big guy reeling, seeing stars, almost toppling over.
“See, that’s a proper slap.
You all should learn from him,” Song Yun said, adding to the turmoil while enjoying the scene.
“Keep going, don’t stop until I tell you to.”