Chapter 744: Chapter 733: Begin Action
The passage of time is always swift.
A day passed by as Song Yun tirelessly made plans and refined them.
That night, Song Yun sent the detailed plans to Black Flood Dragon and Jue Wu, who then relayed the plans to everyone else.
Quickly, the hundred elite men who had come with Song Yun all received the plan.
In this plan, Song Yun specified who to attack and at what time, insisting that the duration of the attack must not exceed a set limit, and that they must aim to kill with one strike before scattering to escape. He also marked on the accompanying map the escape routes for each area of operation, elaborating on how to flee as swiftly as possible.
Song Yun ordered all his subordinates to memorize the plan by heart and to destroy it before the action the next day!
The risk was high that if Wang Billion’s people got a hold of such a plan, it could drastically reduce the success rate of their escape.
After all, if your opponents know where you’re heading, how can you expect to escape?
After all these matters were dealt with, it was past two in the morning.
Song Yun smoked a cigarette in the bathroom before returning to the bedroom.
“You go to the warehouse first tomorrow. I’ll show up on time when you face Wang Billion and his men,” Qingluan said.
“Got it,” Song Yun nodded in agreement.
“Remember, safety first,” Qingluan looked at Song Yun with uncharacteristic seriousness and said, “Your life is always the most important thing. What’s the use of talking about lofty ambitions if you lose your life, right?”
“I will!” Song Yun assured her earnestly, “If I must, I will flee immediately!”
“Good. Let’s sleep then,” suggesting that, Qingluan lay down on the bed, and Song Yun turned his back to her as usual. But suddenly, a tender body pressed against his back, and her breasts, though not very ample, felt substantial against his back.
Song Yun trembled slightly but did not turn around, merely saying, “Qingluan… you…”
“You must survive, no matter what. If something happens, I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself,” Qingluan whispered softly, embracing Song Yun’s waist, “Sleep now. I just want to be closer to you.”
“Okay,” Song Yun hesitated for a moment, then turned to face Qingluan, placing his hand on her slender waist, closed his eyes, and said, “Let’s sleep then.”
“Okay, goodnight,” Qingluan also closed her eyes.
And so, a night passed without incident. Song Yun slept unusually soundly.
The next morning, Song Yun and Qingluan got up at their usual time.
The sky was overcast, with thick clouds that looked like they could spill rain at any moment.
Hand in hand, Song Yun and Qingluan walked down to the hotel lobby, where the chatty landlady reminded Song Yun to bring an umbrella. He assured her with a smile that he had one in his warehouse.
“Ai, how romantic, always together,” the landlady remarked wistfully as she watched their departing figures.
Outside the hotel, the sky seemed even more brooding than it had from their room.
Song Yun took out his phone and made quick calls to Black Flood Dragon and Jue Wu, and then checked in with his thirty-man team, confirming their roles one last time before sending a mass text message.
The text message was simple, just a few words: “Please make sure to come back alive!”
The clouds slowly began to roll, and a light rain started to fall, wetting Song Yun’s face.
“It’s raining,” Song Yun said, his gaze lost in the sky.
“Xiao Bao, stop daydreaming and get to work,” Qiang Li shouted at Song Yun.
Song Yun grinned, responding, “Got it, Brother Qiang.”
Time marched on.
Noon approached quickly.
Song Yun followed Qiang Li to the staff canteen as he always did. Around 11:50 a.m., he spotted Wang Billion.
Wang Billion walked upstairs with a self-satisfied smile on his face, flanked by at least ten men—one of them, strikingly handsome and imposing, was none other than the Ghost King!
But where was the Ghost King? Surely that son of a bitch hadn’t had a change of heart and fled, recognizing their virtue? That would be completely out of character for a man of his stature.
Song Yun kept an eye on his watch while eating.
“Why do you keep checking the time?” Qiang Li asked.
“Nothing much,” Song Yun said with a smile. “It’s almost twelve!”
“Yes, just a few more minutes. Have you got something planned?” Qiang Li asked curiously.
“Just a little something,” Song Yun slurped up a few bites of his meal and then put down his chopsticks. Watching the second hand move toward the 12, a charming smile slowly spread across his face.
Qiang Li, observing Song Yun’s smile, felt an inexplicable shiver, reminiscent of the time when they were surrounded by a horde, held captive by their enemies!
Shaking his head, Qiang Li tried to shake off the unsettling feeling, but it only intensified.
Just then, there arose chaotic sounds from the company lobby in the distance.
Qiang Li stood and looked in that direction, only to see the company security, who usually strutted around confidently, frantically sprinting in all directions, while about thirty men with long machetes charged towards them!
“Xiao Bao, run! Somebody’s coming for trouble,” Qiang Li immediately turned to flee, but after a few steps, noticed that Song Yun was grinning idiotically in place, as though frozen.
“Run, don’t get caught in the crossfire!” Qiang Li shouted.
Song Yun gave Qiang Li a smile and said, “I’m off.”
Qiang Li was perplexed by what Song Yun could mean when he saw Song Yun slowly heading towards the stairs leading to the second floor of the canteen.
Meanwhile, the machete-wielding men dispersed the security and then rushed towards the same staircase.
Qiang Li had already begun to mourn Song Yun in his heart, but the following scene left him too shocked to even think about running!
The thirty-odd menacing men slowed down as they approached Song Yun, then followed him step by step up to the second floor. Song Yun walked with hands clasped behind his back, his expression calm, while the men behind exuded an ominous aura.
Strangely, these conflicting demeanors strangely merged, creating an unforgettable sight.