683: Chapter 672 683: Chapter 672 Around midnight, Song Yun always felt that something was amiss, that kind of ominous thought flickered by and vanished.
Frowning, he climbed out of bed and walked to the balcony to smoke, planning to sort through recent events and see where things had gone wrong.
Song Yun hadn’t finished his cigarette when he sensed someone standing in the backyard.
Narrowing his eyes, Song Yun said, “Since you’re here, come out and show yourself, no need to hide.”
As the man emerged from the shadows, Song Yun’s demeanor suddenly intensified, “War God, you’re not sleeping in Europe in the middle of the night, why come looking for me?
Didn’t we fight enough back in the day?”
The visitor was a man known in Europe as the War God, who had also been among the top three on the Assassin leaderboard.
Not only that, the bastard had several intelligence networks under his control.
Song Yun had crossed swords with him several times on assignments, with varying outcomes.
He wondered why the bastard would think to seek him out today.
“No, no, no, you’re too strong now.
If I fight you, there’s no chance of winning!” The War God shook his head and said, “I’m here today mainly to discuss something with you.”
“What’s that?” asked Song Yun.
“You might not know this, but the courtyard house where you used to live actually came down from my ancestors!” the War God revealed.
“Back in the Republic era, that was my family’s land.
But after the liberation, my family, as the local landlords, were driven away, and that’s how the property ended up in the hands of others.”
“All that has nothing to do with me.
What I want to know is, what are you after by looking me up?” Song Yun had never had much patience for his enemies.
You, War God, used to greet me with threats and violence.
The fact that I’m sitting here talking to you is already giving you a lot of face.
If it were someone less significant, they would have been killed already.
“I want to buy back that piece of land!” the War God said earnestly.
“Oh?
And how much are you willing to pay?” Song Yun asked nonchalantly.
“Name your price, money is not an issue,” the War God claimed.
“Moreover, I can guarantee that if you sell that land to me, I will never come after you again, and I’ll also forbid the organizations in Europe from bothering you!”
“Oh?
Do you even have the ability to take me on right now?” Song Yun asked with a smile.
“I might not be able to beat you, but I can take down this villa,” the War God smirked.
“Believe in my strength!”
“You’re threatening me!” Song Yun’s expression darkened.
“In my life, there’s nothing I fear less than threats.
If you want to try to demolish my house, go ahead.
I’ll make sure you understand that forced demolition is a dead end, unless you’re certain people.”
“Oh?
That confident?” the War God stretched, eyeing Song Yun with a smirk.
“Of course.
How could I survive here without confidence?
Right?” Song Yun shrugged nonchalantly.
The War God was about to say something more when he noticed several men in black roaming the road outside the villa, each with the word “Shura” tattooed on their necks.
“Heh, planning a group fight?” the War God’s smile grew wider.
“When you’re the boss, you’ve got to act like one.
It’s not always right for me to come out and fight personally, is it?” Song Yun said with a laugh.
“Those few friends outside, they can’t bring out the big toys, but bringing small firearms is still fine.
I believe you can dodge bullets, but in my hands, are you still confident you can avoid them while distracted?”
“You…
lack the dignity of a master,” the War God shook his head in disdain.
“A true master fights with his own fists.”
“That’s why those masters die young!
I don’t want to die so soon.
Life is beautiful—with beauties, brothers, money, power—why would I seek out discomfort and end up wounded?”
“You and your uncle share the same temperament!” The War God’s expression soured as if reminded of some bitter memory.
He shook his head and said, “Alright, I didn’t come here to argue or fight with you.
I just want to negotiate.
How can I buy that piece of land from you?
And tell your men to stop aiming at me; I find such behavior very distasteful.
It’s the tool of cowards.”
Song Yun’s house was on full alert because of the Sima five-man squad’s involvement.
Song Yun snapped his fingers, and from atop a high-rise building over a hundred meters away, Meng Ku pursed his lips and said to Hua Manlou beside him, “See, you didn’t hide your killing intent well enough; he sensed it.”
“Sigh, it’s so hard to control,” lamented Hua Manlou, pulling his gaze away from the scope once Song Yun snapped his fingers.
“As soon as I focus on a target, I naturally think about where to hit.
And once I think about where to hit, I have to figure out how to kill them in one shot.
How can I control the killing intent then?”
“That’s what I’m saying.
Did you really think it’s just about aiming and shooting?
If it were that simple, would the presidents of foreign countries still be alive?
Those organizations would love to kill them—a good rifle, a range of over two kilometers, hide in a building, and you can take out the president, right?
But I tell you, a real master, like the one talking to the boss, the moment you lock your gaze on him, he’s sure to know instantly and quickly figure out where you are.
By the time you haven’t fired a shot, you’ll already be dead,” Meng Ku explained.
“Go back and practice more.
Later, I’ll get Black Flood Dragon and Jue Wu to be your targets.
Just aim at them all you want.
If you manage to lock onto them without their feeling it, then you’ll be ready to take the field!” Meng Ku continued.
And unwittingly, Jue Wu and Black Flood Dragon were marked as targets.
The focus returned to Song Yun.
“Your ability is not that impressive!” the War God sat back down and said, “That killing intent was too obvious.
A rookie.”
“Hahaha, I guessed as much!” Song Yun knew very well that it wasn’t Meng Ku; if it were Meng Ku, the War God wouldn’t have sensed the killing intent until the very moment Meng Ku pulled the trigger.
This was the difference between a top expert and a rookie.
For Hua Manlou, just locking on the War God was enough to be discovered, but Meng Ku could remain undetected until the trigger was pulled.
The gap was enormous.
Of course, for experts like the War God, even if they only detected danger when the trigger was pulled, dodging was still very convenient.
So, against a real master, this sort of thing wasn’t much.
Of course, if the opponent had comparable strength and distracted them, making them unable to fully sense their surroundings, then landing a hit was not too difficult.
It required coordination.
“Let’s not drag this out.
Name your price; I just want that land,” the War God insisted.
After a moment of contemplation, Song Yun asked, “Can you tell me why you absolutely need this land?”
“It’s a family secret, and surely you’re aware, every family has its secrets to some extent.
If you must know, I can only give you a general reason,” the War God replied.