108: Chapter 107: Gone to War?
108: Chapter 107: Gone to War?
When Zhao Yan felt that the medicine had reached its peak effectiveness, he began to rinse the remaining medicinal liquid from the wound using the water from the cup next to him.
Though the medicine could heal the injury, it shouldn’t remain in the body for too long, or else the consequences would be a disabled arm and half the body’s nerves losing sensation.
Song Yun slowly released his grip on Zhao Yan’s hand.
Zhao Yan found that his arm had been squeezed purple.
“If I don’t get a raise, I’m quitting,” he thought bitterly.
“I’m both your butler and your damn doctor.
Why don’t you make me a gigolo and use me to earn money?”
Zhao Yan was heartbroken; being the youngest among them, he had the least rights.
“Can’t you idiots learn from Lei Feng’s selfless spirit?” he thought.
“Why is it that every time we meet, you bastards are just after my money?
That’s the difference.”
“Give the boss an antidote injection,” Zhao Yan said as he dipped his hand in the basin and watched the blood bloom like beautiful flowers in the water.
Song Yun felt extremely heavy and tired, as if his body had rusted.
He had no desire to move at all.
With great effort, Song Yun opened his eyes to find Li Shishi had fallen asleep at his bedside.
He used all his strength to stroke her hair, thinking how stubborn and heartbreaking the girl was.
Perhaps he used a bit too much force, and Li Shishi opened her blurred eyes to see Song Yun’s pale face smiling at her.
She blinked a few times and suddenly ran out, then came back with a few bastards.
Song Yun was furious.
“Can’t you be like those Korean dramas, where you softly say ‘Oppa, you’re finally awake.
You scared me to death’?
Or at least give me a kiss and say ‘you’ve worked hard.’ But why did you run out and bring back these mood-killing bastards?
Didn’t you see Li Tang picking his nose as if he’s watching a monkey show?”
Seeing Li Tang made Song Yun want to beat him up.
When others came to visit the sick, they brought tonics and fruits; this guy just held a cellphone, and he was even playing “Shake it”?
Song Yun felt he might eventually die from the aggravation caused by these unscrupulous bastards.
Zhao Yan checked Song Yun’s forehead and said, “The fever has subsided, but you can’t do any physical activities for a while.”
“The wound has also healed well.
Are you planning to go home or stay here to rest for a while?” Zhao Yan asked.
“Home, I want to go home,” Song Yun declared, not daring to stay here any longer and decisively choosing to return home.
Li Shishi approached with tears in her eyes, “You really worried me to death.
If it weren’t for Zhao Yan informing me about the extent of your injury, I wouldn’t have known how much of your muscle was necrotic.”
“No worries, it was just a minor injury, nothing serious,” Song Yun said with a smile.
Seeing Song Yun and Li Shishi being affectionate, everyone felt something rising in their throats.
Meng Ku, suppressing his urge to vomit, said, “Boss, who attacked you this time?”
“I don’t know.
This attack seems to have been initiated impulsively.
The pair tracking me were quite clumsy and had no ambush laid out.
One odd thing was their boldness to shoot on a main road,” Song Yun frowned.
“As you know, our country’s regulations are very strict.
The firearms we have were all sourced from the black market.”
“I’m thinking…
it could have been another gang.
Normally, no one would do something like this,” Black Flood Dragon said coldly.
“That’s unlikely.
Although we’ve been growing continuously, we’re still considered a midsize outfit, and we have no grudges with the major organizations.
Why would they bother causing trouble with us for no reason?” Li Tang asked, puzzled.
“What Black Flood Dragon suggested is not impossible.
Maybe our rapid growth has threatened someone within those groups, prompting this incident.
Meng Ku, remember to check with Wang Hu if there are any traitors in our gang,” Song Yun said calmly.
“But a more likely scenario involves my old enemies.
Black Flood Dragon, call Wang Hu and have him send two sharp guys over to guard against any schemes around my house.”
After Song Yun finished speaking, he sent everyone out and stared at the wound on his shoulder blade, lost in thought.
This attack had posed a minor threat, and the backing organization was surely ruthless.
If they came after him, that was one thing, but what if they targeted someone close to him?
“Boss, when I went out to sell some stuff, I found this,” Zhao Yan came in and handed Song Yun a letter.
Li Shishi took it, watched Zhao Yan leave wisely, then opened it and read to Song Yun.
The envelope contained a simple sentence: “You won this time; see you next time.”
“Song Yun, it looks like this organization might attack again,” Li Shishi said worriedly.
“Can you figure out who might be behind this?”
“Heh, I’ve got over a dozen enemies.
I can’t guess which bastard caused this trouble.
But lately, Sunan City definitely isn’t as peaceful as before,” Song Yun sighed.
“Be careful when you go back.
I’m afraid this organization might try to use women to threaten me.”
After packing up, Song Yun was driven by Black Flood Dragon to the entrance of the compound.
Stepping out of the car, he saw Meng Ku and Wang Hu’s two underlings getting acquainted with the surroundings to prevent any surprise attacks.
Leaving with bravado and returning being supported by Li Shishi, Qingluan curiously poked at Song Yun’s wound, causing him to gasp in pain.
“Did you go off to war or something?”
“Yeah, and it was a tough battle,” Song Yun chuckled.
“How about we have a ‘battle’ tonight as well?”
“Shameless!
I think someone’s watching the compound.
Should we go out and take care of them?” Qingluan said with a flushed face.
“Sunan City isn’t at peace lately.
Those are the guys I brought to watch the surroundings,” Song Yun explained.
“Be extra cautious when you go out these days.
If you feel like someone’s following you, let me know immediately.”
“Senior Brother Song, there wasn’t too much trouble, right?” Xiao Qing looked at Song Yun with a worried expression.
“No worries.” At that moment, Song Yun felt a surge of masculine pride shining brightly.
Despite his severe injuries, he hadn’t cried out in pain.
Surely he’d left an image of toughness in their hearts?
“Mm, if you don’t mind my cooking, I can make you chicken soup for lunch,” Xiao Qing said shyly, her face red.
“Great, Xiaoqing, your cooking skills are definitely much better than some other people’s.”