128: Chapter 127: Slapping the Face 128: Chapter 127: Slapping the Face Song Yun stepped forward with a sack of money and hoisted it in front of the robber, “Could you tell me why you’re robbing us?”
“I’m almost starving to death!
What else could I do if not rob?
Scavenge through shit?” the robber cursed after hearing Song Yun ask such a stupid question.
“Making money these days is hard and food is crap, why wouldn’t I take the shortcut if I can?”
Such obvious hedonism, people wanting to live a good life without working for it; wherever you put them, they’d only ever be scum.
Just as Song Yun was thinking about how to rescue Li Shishi, his jaw dropped in surprise, and he blurted out, “There’s someone behind you.”
“Idiot, that trick is so outdated…” The robber was about to scorn Song Yun’s intelligence when suddenly his world started spinning, and then he saw his own body — except, why was his body headless?
Oh right, his head was on the ground; he’d been beheaded.
They say in ancient times a swift blade could leave your head on the ground and you’d still see your own body.
That phrase was true indeed.
Song Yun, astonished, watched a fairy descending from heaven, wielding a thin sword, and with one strike, she decapitated the robber.
The fairy then caught Li Shishi who was about to collapse and said, “This woman is not bad.”
Song Yun would swear he definitely saw a fairy that day; anyone who dared say there were no gods or fairies in front of him from now on was going to get their heads twisted off.
Song Yun wished he could grab his phone for a selfie with the fairy, but thinking the fairy might not fancy a mortal like him, he restrained himself.
“Which deity are you?” Song Yun excitedly asked, for this fairy had appeared so mysteriously, he hadn’t even seen how she used her sword to chop off the robber’s head.
The Fairy with an ethereal tone said, “I see you’ve got things to do, I’ll find you later.”
Holy crap, could it be that this fairy, just like her predecessor, the Seven Fairies, had taken a fancy to the mortal world?
And she’d seen him, a great handsome guy of the universe, and was already head over heels, swearing to bear him lots of children?
But this book isn’t about city life anymore, it’s all turned into a fantasy CD.
As Song Yun was full of questions and planned to have a heart-to-heart talk with the fairy, the Fairy Sister disappeared.
Song Yun didn’t even see how she left; in the blink of an eye, she vanished from his view, leaving only the robber’s head to indicate that someone had indeed been there.
Now wasn’t the time to dwell on this; he’d better check on Li Shishi’s condition.
Song Yun checked her breathing, found it steady, and gently shook her.
Li Shishi slowly opened her eyes only to find this bastard, Song Yun, with his right hand on her chest, groping around.
“Jerk, what are you touching?” Li Shishi said, her face blushing.
“Oh?
Ah, I was just trying to rub your chest to help you breathe in case you couldn’t catch your breath,” Song Yun seriously replied.
“Could you not look at me with such lewd eyes?
I know that, because I saved you, you already want to commit your body to me in gratitude, but I am a gentleman, and I don’t advocate infidelity in broad daylight; let’s talk at night in the courtyard.”
“Jerk,” Li Shishi choked out tearfully, “I was so scared just now.
I only came here for some business, but who knew I’d run into this?
How unlucky am I, always the one getting kidnapped and you having to come to such dangerous places to rescue me, and this is the second time!”
“Don’t talk such ominous stuff; I was just having dinner with Qingluan and Xiaoqing when I got the message.
They were desperate to come with me, but you know I couldn’t let them take the risk,” Song Yun paused as he spoke, “Your friends and your grandfather, they all care deeply for you, so try to be calm when we leave.
And remember, we’re family.
I came here for family, so danger is nothing but a passing cloud to me.”
Li Shishi, too choked up to speak, just nodded her little head vigorously.
Song Yun scooped her up in a princess carry and strode out confidently.
Seeing Li Shishi and Song Yun emerge safely, all the police officers breathed a sigh of relief.
Xu Maoshan stepped forward, gave Song Yun a military salute, and said, “Since the matter has been resolved, we’ll take our leave.
My old man would be honored to have you visit our military district for a tour, and I’d also hope for a chance to exchange a few moves with you sometime.”
“Sure, I’ll make some time to come over, and hopefully, you won’t be rushing me out by then,” Song Yun joked, recognizing Xu Maoshan as someone with significant clout—someone he might need in the future, so it was a good time for mutual goodwill.
After a tumultuous occasion, Song Yun sat at the head of the conference table, looking down at the high-ranking police officers, and said, “This operation was a success for us but a failure for your police system, and you all know very well why.
I won’t waste words on that.
Just remember the old saying: the police are here to serve the people.
If there comes a day when the police can’t guarantee peoples’ safety, you might as well disband.”
That statement was a real slap in the face, hitting every officer present hard.
Song Yun didn’t care about their current expressions or how they’d view him after this—he was just that bold, inviting anyone who disagreed to challenge and see whether they’d leave him buried or get crushed themselves.
Holding Li Shishi, Song Yun got into the car she had driven there.
Li Shishi playfully hammered him with her little fists and chided, “I can walk on my own now; you don’t need to carry me.
It doesn’t look good to others.”
“What’s wrong with that?
If we both agree to it, why care about how others see it?
I like you, and you like me.
Things should be as simple as that; no need to mind others’ views,” Song Yun said, evidently unimpressed by those people, his words tinged with sarcasm.
“There you go, they’re all old jerks anyway, why bother getting angry?
Come on, smile for big sis,” Li Shishi teased, lifting Song Yun’s chin and chuckling.
“Oho, little sister still frowning, if you stay mad, you’ll miss out on your reward.”
“Ah?
What reward?” Song Yun was momentarily taken aback by her words.
“We’ll talk about it when we get home,” Li Shishi shyly pressed her forehead against Song Yun’s chest and said.