643: Chapter 632 643: Chapter 632 Liu Dabai quickly picked up the phone and made a call.
“Boss Song, I’ve run into trouble!!
I set up a play yesterday to frame a musician, and today they even got Old Wang involved.
Boss Song, I need your help desperately,” he pleaded.
A gloomy voice came from the other end of the phone, “I’ll ask around.
You know what you should and shouldn’t say, right?”
“I know, I know,” Liu Dabai nodded hurriedly.
After hanging up the phone, a ferocious look appeared on Liu Dabai’s face, “No matter who’s backing you, you’re dead meat!”
But before his threat lasted long, several cops barged into the newspaper office.
“Take him down,” a second-level inspector ordered, pointing directly at Liu Dabai.
“What are you doing!
What the hell are you doing!
I am Liu Dabai!” Liu Dabai exclaimed in shock.
“We’re arresting you, suspecting your involvement in a murder case.
Come with us,” the second-level inspector didn’t wait for the others to react.
He took Liu Dabai down on the spot and escorted him out of the newspaper office, leaving behind a crowd of stunned onlookers.
“Everything’s taken care of?
Well, I really must thank you, Director Liu.
Yes, yes, when I have time, I’ll be sure to visit you, mm-hmm, goodbye,” Song Yun hung up, satisfied with himself.
Liu Dabai, Liu Dabai, trying to outsmart your big brother?
You’re still not up to snuff.
Song Yun got out of bed, in control of the situation, shut down the computer, greeted the ladies, and left the villa.
His destination was the Southern City Police Station, where Liu Dabai was being held.
Inside the Southern City Police Station, Liu Dabai was handcuffed to a window, his face wearing a trace of arrogance.
“How dare you arrest me?
Do you know who I am?” Liu Dabai shouted.
“We don’t care who you are.
If you’re a suspect, we have to investigate,” a police officer replied.
“Fine, fine, fine, you’ll regret this,” Liu Dabai snorted coldly, then fell silent.
Just then, the second-level inspector walked in, followed by a scrawny man.
“Song Yun!!” Liu Dabai exclaimed in surprise.
“Yes, it’s me~” Song Yun smiled, “I guess this is our first official meeting~ I remember your voice.”
“Hmph, I guessed it was you pulling the strings behind the scenes.
If you know what’s good for you, let me go now.
Otherwise, when my people get here, it’ll be too late for you,” Liu Dabai said coolly.
“Oh?
Your people?
Who might they be?
Su Linglong?
Right, where did Su Linglong go?” Song Yun asked.
“Song Yun, some things are better left unsaid.
If you insist on doing this, it’s pointless,” Liu Dabai countered.
“I’d like to send your mother my regards,” Song Yun said, flipping the middle finger, “You were so eager to set me up, weren’t you?”
Seeing that the argument was about to escalate, the second-level inspector quickly asked a few junior officers to leave the room, then he went and closed the door.
“We were just following the rules, and you didn’t play along,” Liu Dabai said disdainfully, looking at Song Yun, “You, a newbie, dare to go against the unspoken rules?”
“Alright, alright, talking about unspoken rules as if they’re something to be proud of.
Today, big brother is going to show you what it means to break the rules with force.”
“Oh?
Who’s got the nerve to use force on my men?” A scornful voice came from the door.
A middle-aged man, who had opened the door at some point, was standing there.
Song Yun didn’t even turn his head.
Instead, he kicked Liu Dabai in the stomach, causing him to curl up like a shrimp.
“Tsk tsk, bold move,” the man at the door did not react but took out a cigarette, putting one in his mouth.
Song Yun delivered another kick to Liu Dabai’s face.
Controlling his strength, Liu Dabai just tilted backward, his nose gushing blood.
“I say, buddy, beating up my man right in front of me?
Isn’t that a bit disrespectful?” the man at the door said with a smile.
Only then did Song Yun turn around and look at the man, “Stop acting so chummy.
You’re not worthy of being my buddy.”
“Oh?
Should I say you’re arrogant or just plain foolish?
It’s been a while since I’ve met someone who dares talk to me like this,” the man said as he lit his cigarette, “Let’s get acquainted, my name is Song Ming.”
“Oh?
The surname is Song?” Song Yun’s interest was piqued.
“Yes, it’s an ancestral name.
Our family is quite prominent in Beijing.
I’m often addressed respectfully as a member of the Song Family,” Song Ming said with a casual smile.
…A strange expression crossed Song Yun’s face.
“The Song family from Beijing?
The head of the five major families, Song, Zhao, Li, Tang, and Zhou?” Song Yun asked.
“That’s right.
You’ve heard of the Song family?” Song Ming looked at Song Yun with a touch of pride.
He couldn’t help but feel pleased with himself; the reputation of the Song family was enough to intimidate many.
Just a moment ago, you seemed so unassailable, so smug.
Now that you know I’m from the Song family, are you dumbfounded?
“So it’s the Song family, ha-ha!” Song Yun looked at Song Ming, “Which generation of the Song family are you from?”
Song Ming’s expression shifted subtly, as the question went straight to the heart of the matter.
There was only one main branch of the Song family, and countless side branches.
Naturally, the main branch included Mr.
Song and Song Ergou.
Though it could have been considered as two branches, Mr.
Song had no children, so Song Ergou’s line was directly counted in Mr.
Song’s lineage.
Song Ming, however, was merely from a side branch of the Song family.
Although the Song family was influential, the real power lay in the hands of the main branch—no more than ten people—but their influence was the pinnacle of the Song family.
Behind them were Mr.
Song’s several sisters; once a woman married out, she could only count as part of a side branch.
Song Ming’s grandmother was Mr.
Song’s sister.
When it came to his connection with Mr.
Song, it was distant, belonging to a previous generation and not considered close kin.
Song Ming’s father was somewhat closer to Mr.
Song, making their line a more influential side branch, but not the peak.
“My grandmother is Mr.
Song’s sister,” Song Ming said with a hint of pride.
“Oh!
So you’re from a side branch that’s closest to the main branch!” Song Yun nodded, “Then I can rest easy.”
Song Ming looked at Song Yun with a mix of disappointment and unease.
Before he could speak, Song Yun executed a spinning kick, sending Liu Dabai’s teeth flying amidst his cries of pain.
“YOU!!!” For the first time, Song Ming’s face contorted with anger.
To him, Liu Dabai was merely one of his dogs, someone beneath his station.
The man before him had to have some clout to be able to call in the heavy hitters, so appearing in person and revealing his identity would earn him deference from anyone.
Unexpectedly, upon discovering his identity, this man still showed no respect, which was a direct slap in Song Ming’s face.