583: Chapter 572 583: Chapter 572 “This fight was really fierce!” Mao Shan looked at the mottled bloodstains on the ground, and then at Zhinu and Xiaobai, who were missing a leg, shook his head, and said.
“If it weren’t for my grandfather not letting me get involved, I would have definitely brought a gang of brothers over.
We would stand at the entrance, and no one would dare to pass without taking a detour.
Fortunately, it’s a relief that everyone is fine.”
“Your grandfather is right to keep you out of this, we are just having a dispute.
If you had rashly joined in, it would have given many people a chance to complain and could have led to unpredictable outcomes,” Song Yun said as he walked to the side, “Have someone get Zhinu onto the vehicle.
All these people, find a place to bury them properly.
They came alive and should have a decent burial place in death.”
“I know, my grandfather just sent me to handle the aftermath,” Mao Shan said and motioned to his subordinates.
These guys were genuinely competent—they didn’t ask an extra question and moved Zhinu into the vehicle.
Song Yun approached Xiaobai, who was already a far cry from his usual spirited self.
His leg had been blown off, blood was everywhere, and he was barely breathing.
“Song Yun, we…
even as ghosts…
won’t…
let you go,” Xiaobai said haltingly and weakly.
“It’s fine, I won’t descend into hell, so I won’t be joining you,” Song Yun chuckled and then placed a dagger on Xiaobai’s artery.
“You think you’ve won?
A mere Sunan, and you’ve thoroughly offended those people.
You won’t have many good days left!” Xiaobai suddenly burst out laughing.
“In life, one is bound to offend many, if you’re afraid of offending people, then you can’t accomplish anything.
In your next life, be reborn as a good person,” Song Yun said as the dagger flashed silver.
Xiaobai died.
With this, the top three members of Wild Wolf, Gulang, Zhinu, and Xiaobai, were all dead.
On Song Yun’s side, several were severely injured, but none died.
Song Yun sighed as he led a group to the office, only to be shocked by the aftermath of the explosion.
The entire door to his office had been blown to pieces, scattering debris all around.
Stepping into the office, the thick smoke from the explosion had cleared.
Minions had already come to extinguish some of the fires, and bodies lay here and there on the floor, some reduced to pieces—it was a ghastly scene.
“Clean this up,” Song Yun said.
“I know,” Mao Shan nodded and signaled a few people to pack all the dead Thirteen Grand Protectors into bags and take them to the car.
“Da Long, it seems highly unlikely that he made it,” Song Yun said, looking around, musing that, “This favor for the old Tai Chi man is now impossible.”
Just as Song Yun was ruminating, suddenly, his office desk moved a bit.
The desk wasn’t made of ordinary wood, but steel, because both Song Yun and Black Flood Dragon Hua Manlou liked to aggressively slam the table when they lost at cards.
A wooden table would simply shatter, so Wang Hu eventually made Song Yun a steel desk, painted to look like wood, that was much more durable.
Because the desk was made of steel, it had survived the explosion.
Seeing the desk move, Song Yun tensed, “Could someone still be alive?”
Mao Shan also noticed the movement and gestured for a couple of men to check it out.
“Don’t shoot, don’t shoot,” a male voice called out, and then a man crawled out from under the desk followed by a woman with a scar on her face.
The man was none other than Da Long.
Song Yun was surprised to see Da Long, not expecting that with Thirteen Grand Protectors, Zhinu Xiaobai, and Gulang all dead, this insignificant-looking Da Long had survived, and some of his subordinates were still alive.
“Brother Song, have your men lower their weapons, we can talk things through,” Da Long said awkwardly, standing behind the desk.
“Haha, put your weapons down,” Song Yun laughed, and after catching Mao Shan’s nod, the men disarmed.
“I didn’t expect you to play this hand, we admit defeat.
What happened to Gulang?” Da Long asked.
“He’s dead.
Apart from you and her, everyone’s dead,” Song Yun said with a light in his eyes as if he had found a treasure.
Da Long perceived the gleam in Song Yun’s eyes and slightly shrank back.
He thought Song Yun was quite normal, but could it be he likes men?
But remembering that his life was still in other’s hands, Da Long could only sigh and said, “Since everyone’s dead, as for Sunan…
well, Brother Song, let’s not talk about it.
I guess everyone here understands.”
His address changed swiftly from Brother Song to Brother Song, from familiarity to respect—the clever Da Long was no fool.
“I am just working for someone,” Song Yun said, laughing.
Everyone in this circle knew what was going on; there was no need to spell things out.
“This time, Fierce Tiger admits defeat.
Please, Brother Song, for the sake of the old friendship between our fathers, let us go back.
We promise never to oppose Brother Song again!
I’ll apologize to my father as soon as I get back and live our lives quietly,” Da Long earnestly said.
“Haha, Da Long, do you take me for a fool?” Song Yun’s smiling expression suddenly turned serious.
“Why would you say that?
I never thought Brother Song was not wise,” Da Long said, surprised.
“You and your gang secretly helped Gulang and planned against me time after time.
Now that your life is in my hands, you think you can just leave like that?
Isn’t that underestimating me?” Song Yun said.
“Don’t be too arrogant.
Even though Gulang is dead, we, Fierce Tiger, are still here,” the Scarred Woman yelled from the side.
“When men are talking, why does a woman interrupt?” Song Yun rebuked.
The Scarred Woman wanted to say more, but Da Long stopped her and then said to Song Yun, “Whatever wrong we did, we’ll compensate, Brother Song.
But exactly how should we make amends, you tell us.”
“Well, we indeed need to discuss that.
How about we change the venue and talk about the compensation?” Song Yun’s eyes slightly narrowed, still smiling.
Da Long shivered again, suddenly feeling like prey under a predator’s gaze.
Could it be that Song Yun wanted a physical form of repayment?