Chapter 874: Chapter 863 Training
At this time, in the VIP ward of Beijing First Renimin Hospital, Zhao Min was looking angrily at her father, shouting, “Why, why is Song Yun still fine, why won’t Grandpa help me!”
“Minmin, calm down,” Zhao Zizhong said discontentedly, “Your grandpa said to let Song Yun go this time and wait for a chance later to deal with him well. I told you to stay home, why did you run there? That’s a place where people from the five major families gather. Although your grandpa is from the Red Wall inner circle and can ostensibly keep the five families in check, their foundation is something we can’t compare to. I heard you went there acting arrogantly with everyone, even ridiculing the Fourth Young Master. Minmin, you weren’t this foolish before; why are you acting so stupidly this time? Do you really think the Fourth Young Master earned his title without cause?”
“Then why haven’t they reacted to being bullied by Song Yun?” Zhao Min asked.
“Because they weren’t sure!” Zhao Zizhong said, “Who is Song Yun? He’s from the main branch of the Song Family. If they’re not confident, do you think they’d foolishly act? That would just be giving Song Yun amusement. They’re waiting for a chance to strike a fatal blow. Even if it’s not fatal, it should be enough to ensure Song Yun doesn’t recover. You, oh you, what should I say to you? Now you’ve been beaten by Song Yun, and Ye Qingsi has spoken, so your humiliation is in vain.”
“Ye Qingsi? Song Yun’s mother? What’s so great about that woman? If she were really outstanding, she wouldn’t have stood by and watched Song Yun get beaten last time!” Zhao Min said.
“You don’t understand. Last time, Song Yun was at fault, and Ye Qingsi had her plans. Otherwise, if they had really intended to intervene, it wouldn’t have mattered if we were there or not. Who is Ye Qingsi? Twenty or thirty years ago, she was the top-ranked woman in Beijing. Do you think it’s just because of her looks? Many people have forgotten the events of those years, but absolutely no one will forget about Ye Qingsi. If you could be one-tenth of what she is, I wouldn’t have to worry about you!” Zhao Zizhong said with a feeling of disappointment. Zhao Min, however, was rolling her eyes and not listening to Zhao Zizhong at all. A spoiled woman won’t understand what pain means until she truly learns her lesson. Sometimes, a single lesson is enough to make a woman regret it for a lifetime, or even give her no chance to regret it at all.
What kind of people are these? We have a saying for this: “Heaven’s sins can be avoided; self-made sins cannot be survived.”
Meanwhile, in another ward, Qilin was gloomily looking at a man so towering it made him feel like he was looking up at a great mountain.
“Big brother, I…!!” Qilin started to speak but held back.
“Stop getting involved in Song Yun’s affairs,” Kunpeng said calmly, “The current him is no longer someone you can contend with. If one day he decides not to respect me, then your situation won’t just be two fractured hands, it could be much worse!”
“Big brother, he’s just Song Yun. He’s not even on the Song Family Tree yet. If we don’t take this opportunity to harshly suppress or even eliminate him before he gets on it, how can we confront him in the future?” Qilin said dissatisfied.
“Why fight with him?” Kunpeng said, “He is growing stronger by the day, and if this continues, he will eventually become someone like Song Kunlun. How will you compete with someone like that? The higher-ups have personally instructed me not to provoke Song Yun, which implicitly means I should tell you not to stir up trouble with him!”
“Why! Why do the higher-ups value him so much?” Qilin asked.
“It’s not just him that the higher-ups value,” Kunpeng said, “Song Ergou’s return to the Song Family is a foregone conclusion. How to effectively utilize Song Ergou is something the higher-ups need to handle carefully. If your actions spoil their plans, not even I could save you!”
“Brother, am I supposed to just take this beating?” Qilin said in frustration, “Brother, if I don’t retaliate in some way, how can I survive in Beijing?”
“Go back to the Forbidden City,” Kunpeng said, “Stay inside and don’t come out. Think carefully about what you should really be doing right now.”
Kunpeng finished speaking, ignoring Qilin’s conflicted expression, and turned to leave the ward.
Qilin looked at his hand and the bandage on it, his expression changing back and forth.
While Qilin and Zhao Min’s affairs were causing a stir, Song Yun was already deep asleep.
The next day, Song Yun received a call from Mao Shan, asking him to go train the new recruits. Song Yun agreed immediately.
He took a taxi to the entrance, but was stopped by the guards for a thorough inspection. These weren’t the guards from yesterday, so naturally, they didn’t recognize Song Yun, treating him like just some random passerby, which left Song Yun feeling quite frustrated.
After being questioned for a while, Mao Shan appeared in front of Song Yun. Seeing Song Yun’s frustrated face, Mao Shan laughed, “I left too quickly yesterday and forgot to give you this pass.”
Song Yun looked at the pass in Mao Shan’s hand, feeling even more frustrated.
“It seems nothing is going in my favor recently!” Song Yun sighed, taking the pass from Mao Shan. The pass was a small booklet with Song Yun’s photo and something resembling a barcode on it.
“Did something happen?” Mao Shan asked.
“No, just a bunch of trivial stuff,” Song Yun said. “By the way, have all the people arrived?”
“Yes, everyone is waiting for you at the training ground, gearing up to show you their qualities,” Mao Shan laughed. “You really hit them hard yesterday, but they said that while you might be better at fighting, being good at fighting doesn’t mean you’re strong in everything; they’ve got a lot of confidence in their ability to handle heavy equipment and other challenges!”
“Then let me see where their confidence comes from,” Song Yun said, following Mao Shan to the training ground.
Meanwhile, those Blue Demon team members who were sent to the hospital with him yesterday were already lined up, each with a stern face but still showing a comical appearance with their bruises and swelling from yesterday’s beating.
Fang Ming had been waiting there for a while, participating as a member of the Blue Demon team for training, standing at the front of the line.
“Today, let’s start with some simple training,” Song Yun said. “The simplest weight-bearing run. How much do you usually carry?”
“Reporting to the coach, one hundred pounds!” Fang Ming said.
“Okay, then today let’s make it one hundred and fifty pounds,” Song Yun said. “And not a long run, just back-and-forth sprints over a hundred-meter distance, completing two rounds without rest. The one who takes the longest time will be punished.”