630: Chapter 619 630: Chapter 619 Qingluan was stunned, Song Yun was stunned, and everyone around them was stunned too!
“This…” Qingluan, with wide eyes looking at Song Yun who was so close, thought innocently to herself, “I was just acting!
My first kiss!!!” Song Yun was dumbfounded as well.
“This…I got too into the role…” Originally, Song Yun hadn’t planned to kiss her, but hearing Qingluan say that, he too felt angered on her behalf.
Then she said he was her boyfriend, he got carried away and kissed her.
Song Yun, feeling like he’d been electrocuted, pulled away from Qingluan.
Though he wanted to say it wasn’t intentional, just getting too into the role, seeing so many people around, he figured since the kiss had happened, it should have some effect.
He couldn’t help but wrap his arms around Qingluan’s waist and defiantly stared at the handsome-faced Kirin.
Kirin’s handsome face twisted as if he’d swallowed a fly, his anger burning hotter than ever!
In his pursuit of Qingluan, Kirin had never dared to do anything inappropriate in her presence, always maintaining the image of a gentleman—even when Qingluan was drunk, he had refrained from taking advantage of her.
But now!
In front of him!
Song Yun had kissed Qingluan!
It was as if his own cabbage had been scooped up by a wild boar.
Kirin wished he could unleash a Turtle Style Energy Wave on Song Yun, sending him flying to the territory of the Mei Ke Star People.
“Song Yun, I know you,” Kirin said, taking a few deep breaths and speaking in a low voice.
“Oh?
That’s truly an honor for me,” Song Yun responded with a smile.
“The Song Family’s first in line of the third generation, a well-known figure in Beijing,” Kirin stated flatly, silencing everyone present with that single statement.
The audience was composed of high-status individuals who naturally were aware of the top powers in Shen Zhou, and the Song Family, thriving through decades and standing at the pinnacle among Beijing’s five greatest families, was a force everyone needed to look up to.
Even Xin Dong, the richest man in Sunan, was but a small fish compared to the behemoth that was the Song Family, whose vast industry spread nationwide and even worldwide.
The power of the Song Family was unmatched.
And this seemingly nonchalant, casually dressed young man turned out to be the first in line of Song Family’s third generation.
Could it be that the young masters in Beijing all preferred to play the role of concealing their strength and biding their time?
Among the crowd, Li Xu stood in an inconspicuous corner, holding a glass of wine, his gaze shifting between Song Yun and Kirin, a hint of a smile on his lips.
“Compared to Kunpeng’s brother, I fall far short,” Song Yun stated directly to Kirin, “I’m quite interested in your brother indeed.”
What was the National Security Bureau?
It was a mystery agency compared to the Eagle Country’s MI6 and the blade of the United States’ military, and the Special Action Department was the crème de la crème within it.
Lingering rumors claimed that anyone emerging from the Special Action Department was a master among masters.
Song Yun’s identity was fearsome enough, but could he possibly possess equally frightening skills?
“It’s flattering to be considered a rival by others,” Song Yun humbly replied, “but few can be called a match for me.
Gulang, who was renowned along with your brother, is one, oh certainly, your brother too, but you?
You really don’t qualify.”
“Hmph, you must have deceived Qingluan.
How else could she possibly become your girlfriend?
You surely used some shady method, exploiting Qingluan’s naïveté and tricking her emotions.
That has to be it,” said Kirin, his voice impassioned as he morally condemned Song Yun, sparking a flurry of discussions among the onlookers.
“What are you talking about?
Since when do you have the right to decide who I should be with?” With the crowd giving Song Yun strange looks, Qingluan, not dwelling on the kiss any longer, quickly spoke up.
“Qingluan, you must have been deceived!
You lack worldly experience; you don’t understand how malevolent people can be.
Come back; only I can truly protect you,” Kirin said earnestly.
“Hey, have you had enough of your performance?” Song Yun retorted as he lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and looked at Kirin disparagingly, “It’s just that you couldn’t confess successfully, feeling unsatisfied, so why dress it up so righteously?
Your brother is quite the heroic figure.
How did he end up with such a worthless brother like you?”
This bold statement shocked everyone present, all respectable figures who typically resolved conflicts with civility first.
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At least in public, maintaining decorum was expected, yet Song Yun, like an audacious boor, had crossed the line by directly insulting someone, leaving the elite, unaccustomed to such crude confrontations, completely dumbfounded.
Song Yun continued relentlessly, “There are many despicable people in the world, but the most despicable are those who play sanctimonious roles while continuing their vile acts.
Qingluan has already made it clear that she doesn’t like you, yet you persist annoyingly.
Seeing no hope, you resort to slandering her; I have seen many cases of spurned love turning vindictive, but someone as peculiar as you is indeed rare.”
“Go to hell!” In a fit of rage, Kirin launched himself toward Song Yun, causing the bystanders to scatter—an inability to win the verbal confrontation had led to physical action.
Speaking of fighting, had it not been for Kunpeng himself, Song Yun wouldn’t have showed any restraint towards Kirin, but unexpectedly, Kirin’s martial prowess was strong—his movements even carrying a hint of explosive sound, the force in his hands slightly stronger than the Dragon List master Song Yun had once fought against.
When did masters become so devalued?
Song Yun thought, slightly vexed as he parried, catching Kirin’s offensive openings to counterattack.
The two ended up exchanging blows right in the hall.
Meanwhile, Qingluan, sternly held back from intervening by Song Yun—who felt she might unintentionally kill Kirin if she struck too harshly—was there merely to stir up trouble.
The well-to-do attendees, although seasoned in watching master-level combats, had never witnessed a duel of this caliber.
They backed off, creating a wide space, watching with great interest—a national pastime seemed to be observing spectacles.