631: Chapter 620 631: Chapter 620 Song Yun dodged a sliver of cold light between the Qilin’s fingers, his expression sharpened—concealing a blade?
Despicable!
Song Yun couldn’t help but divert a bit of attention to watch the Qilin’s fingers.
Bang, Song Yun took a punch from the Qilin and countered with a direct chop, numbing the Qilin’s hand.
Then, with a stationary side kick, the Qilin blocked with one arm and flew sideways.
Song Yun swiftly pursued, another Eight Trigrams Horizontal Slash flowing like moving clouds and flowing water.
Qilin was pressed single-handedly to the ground by Song Yun.
Song Yun sneered and raised his fist to pound down when Brother Xin Dong suddenly ran over.
“Everyone, calm down, let’s all be calm,” Brother Xin Dong said to Song Yun with a smiling face, “Brother Song, please give me some face.
Let’s talk this over nicely.”
Song Yun got up, frowning at the wealthiest man of Sunan, “It’s not that I won’t give you face, but you saw who threw the first punch, didn’t you?”
“This…
You have to understand the Qilin.
He’s simply loved too deeply,” Brother Xin Dong said while helping the Qilin up.
“Both you and the Qilin are peerless talents.
Instead of fighting like this and becoming a laughingstock, why not do something more meaningful?”
“Oh?
Boss Xin, please do tell, what counts as meaningful?
All I know is, if someone tries to steal my girlfriend, I’ll surely knock him down,” Song Yun said disdainfully, casting a look at the Qilin.
The Qilin spat disdainfully—he had never been so humiliated in his life.
To talk, he couldn’t out-talk Song Yun, and to fight, he actually couldn’t beat him either.
Wasn’t it said in the last report that Song Yun had only managed to beat Gulang by teaming up with several other experts??
How had his martial prowess increased so much all of a sudden?
With his face changing colors, the Qilin looked around at the astonished crowd and grew even more embarrassed, wanting to step forward but was stopped by Brother Xin Dong.
“The feast tonight is to welcome the Qilin, not about a woman.
Please give me some face,” Brother Xin Dong pleaded with a bitter smile.
Song Yun stared at the Qilin and said word by word, “If you ever bother Qingluan again, believe it or not, I’ll make sure you’re dead?”
“Then come at me if you have the guts,” the Qilin retorted, looking at Song Yun with equal disdain.
Between them, a whirlwind seemed to swirl invisibly.
As the tension escalated, a waitress glanced briefly at the group and unnoticeably moved back, vanishing in the blink of an eye as if she had never been there.
“You’re saying Song Yun and the Qilin were fighting?”
On an asphalt road not far from the mansion, a man shrouded in black cloth leaned against a black sedan.
“Yes,” said the woman who had been disguised as the waitress.
“Wait for a while and then we’ll take action together.
Kill the Qilin,” a glint of cold light flashed in the man’s eyes.
“Lord Ghost King, but wasn’t our target Song Yun?” the woman asked, puzzled.
“You, sometimes you need to think a bit,” the man said, grasping her chest, “That’s why I don’t like working with you RB people; your brains are too simple.”
The woman’s face changed, suppressing her anger and speaking softly, “Please enlighten me, sir.”
“We might not necessarily be able to kill Song Yun.
We could end up completely wiped out.
But the Qilin isn’t so difficult,” the man said, looking at the bright moon in the sky that was soon obscured by a streak of dark clouds.
“If the Qilin dies, Song Yun will die as well,” the man stated indifferently.
“Are you saying…
Kunpeng will take action?” the woman asked.
“What do you think?” The man said, groping her shapely buttocks, “You Ju You Family women, you really do have great figures.”
Life can sometimes be like a farce.
The fight between Song Yun and the Qilin ended after a few moves, not only leaving the onlookers discontented but also causing Li Xu, who was standing to the side, to inwardly curse.
He had heard of the Qilin’s reputation—if Song Yun could kill the Qilin here, drawing out his brother, Kunpeng, then even with protection, Song Yun would be finished.
Alas, it was a pity that Brother Xin Dong had come out and smoothed over the situation, making the fight somewhat anticlimactic.
Qingluan walked up to Song Yun, her face full of concern, which only served to inflame the Qilin’s irritation.
But he knew that Song Yun’s martial skills were not weak, and to defeat Song Yun, he would probably have to approach from another angle.
His mind turned to a recent phone call he had received.
Perhaps that was an opportunity to defeat Song Yun.
“Qingluan, are you truly unwilling to give me even one chance?
I just need a bit of time to prove myself!” The Qilin’s acting was superb—moments ago, he was fighting Song Yun fiercely, but now he appeared deeply affectionate.
Qingluan sighed and said, “Qilin, I’m telling you for the last time, it’s impossible between us.
Don’t come looking for me again.
You should know my temper.
If I had been the one to make the move just now, you definitely wouldn’t be standing here so leisurely talking to me.
You really ought to thank Song Yun.
If it weren’t for his restraint, you would have already been stripped naked and hung from the ceiling by me, or maybe worse.
I’m telling you, I have a man now, I love him, don’t disturb my life anymore.” Saying this, Qingluan looked at Song Yun with emotion.
Song Yun also looked at Qingluan with deep affection.
My acting skills aren’t too shabby, right?
Song Yun communicated with Qingluan through eye contact.
“Indeed, not bad at all.
Keep it up,” Qingluan nodded in approval.
“Since that’s the case, Qingluan, then I too hope you’ll be happy.
But I will not give up on you, no matter how long, I’ll wait for you.” The Qilin’s face was resolute.
Song Yun looked at him with contempt, wrapped his arm around Qingluan’s waist, and said, “Whether you wait or not is your business.
It’s getting late, we should go back to sleep.”
The Qilin’s expression didn’t change as he said, “As you wish.”
Oh?
Recovered so quickly?
Song Yun was somewhat surprised at the Qilin’s ability to suppress his emotions so swiftly.
From the Qilin’s performance, he didn’t seem as superficial as he had appeared.
Holding Qingluan, Song Yun turned and left the hall at once.
Inside the mansion, the Qilin chatted amiably with those around him, his smile barely noticeable, as if the previous incident had never occurred.
With his elegant conversation, substantial knowledge, and profound background, the Qilin soon successfully infiltrated the upper echelons of Sunan’s social circle.
After the welcoming feast finished, Brother Xin Dong, with a cigar in hand, asked the Qilin with a smile, “Why so rough tonight?”
“How else could I lower Song Yun’s guard?” The Qilin, smiling, responded, “The primary heir of the third generation of the Zhao Family is not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry.
Defeating him will be difficult.”
“But there’s challenge in difficulty, isn’t there?” Brother Xin Dong remarked.
Indeed, and at least my upcoming days won’t be boring.
By the way, Brother Xin Dong, I need to step out for a bit,” said the Qilin.
“I have something I need to take care of.”