587: Chapter 576 587: Chapter 576 Of course, Song Yun had been tired all day, and even if he wanted to, he didn’t have the energy to do anything else.
After eating some food and taking a bath, he returned to his bedroom.
Just as he sat on the bed pondering, the door was pushed open, and Wangcai wobbled in wagging his tail.
“Wangcai, why didn’t you go out to find a bitch to play with tonight?” Song Yun sat at the head of the bed, petting Wangcai’s head.
Wangcai laid down, his head almost level with Song Yun’s bed.
He glanced disdainfully at Song Yun as if to say, being the noble Snow Mastiff he was, how could he possibly go looking for bitches.
“Haha, you, you.” Song Yun laughed helplessly.
Wangcai then raised his head and gently licked the hand Song Yun had placed on him.
“Are you trying to tell me that my hands smell too strongly of blood?” Song Yun asked, tilting his head.
“Ao wu.” Wangcai just gave a sound, then looked affectionately at Song Yun.
Song Yun was still trying to figure out what the creature meant when suddenly Wangcai opened his mouth and snapped at Song Yun’s hand.
Instinctively, Song Yun quickly withdrew his hand.
“Smack.”
Song Yun gave Wangcai a hard slap on his head.
“Haha, I know you can bite people, and you can help me bite them too.
When the opportunity arises, I’ll let you help me.
But for now, your body is better suited for picking up girls for me,” Song Yun laughed.
Wangcai’s eyes immediately became lecherous.
“I’m going to sleep now, you, get out,” Song Yun said upon noticing how quickly Wangcai’s demeanor changed, realizing he was indeed a crafty creature.
Wangcai gave a sound, walked to the door, stood up on his hind legs, and pushed the doorknob down with his front paws; then with a snap, the door opened.
Wangcai turned to look at Song Yun, whimpered twice, and then left Song Yun’s room.
“Good night to you too.
Haha.” Song Yun laughed as he stretched his leg out and closed the door.
That night, Song Yun slept exceptionally sweetly.
However, unlike Song Yun’s tranquility, in various parts of the country, countless people were shocked that night.
In YN.
Xuanwu was enjoying a feast, hosted by a business partner from RB, featuring the infamous Nyotaimori—eating food placed on a naked woman’s body, which was all about the exotic thrill.
Just then, a subordinate entered from outside the private room, didn’t even glance at the young woman on the table, but bent down and whispered something to Xuanwu.
“What, you say, Gulang is dead!?” Xuanwu exclaimed in surprise.
“Yes, just got the news from Sunan, it’s absolutely true,” the subordinate replied.
“Who killed him?
Azure Dragon?
Or Kunpeng?” Xuanwu asked.
“It’s the Shura Alliance!”
“The Shura Alliance?
What the hell is that?”
“The leader of the Shura Alliance is a man named Wang Hu, but according to our people in Sunan, the Shura Alliance also has a behind-the-scenes boss named Song Yun.”
“Song Yun?” Xuanwu’s mind conjured the image of that frail figure, “He really took down Gulang?
Tsk tsk tsk, looks like the younger generation is indeed to be feared.” Xuanwu shook his head as he stood up, saying, “Sorry, I have to leave now.”
After saying this, he immediately left, startling the RB business partner, as Xuanwu, known for his greed for food, left without finishing his meal—could it be his lair had been attacked?
Xuanwu’s reaction was just a microcosm of the tremors shaking this vast circle.
Similar events continued to unfold around the country.
On a starry night in Pudong, beside the Huangpu River, in a building from the period of the Republic, luxurious decor contrasted starkly with the pale gray exterior walls.
“Song Yun, took down Gulang?” A man was playing mahjong with several others; the mahjong tiles glowed with a milky luster, edged with gold thread—this was a set of ivory-inlaid gold mahjong, priced well into seven figures.
“Hmm, just got the news from Sunan,” next to the man stood a stunningly beautiful woman who, put anywhere in the country, would still be a notable figure.
Her original name was forgotten, widely known on the streets as the Poison Widow, others called her Zhu Yeqing.
Many people had already known that Zhu Yeqing’s man, the one famously killed by Zhu Yeqing on their wedding day, had reemerged in public view.
Many people realized only then that this man, known as “White Tiger” in Beijing, had over those years abroad carved out a significant region and after returning to the Green Sect and allying with the Poison Widow Zhu Yeqing, they had amassed a power that surpassed by many folds the glory of someone from years ago.
“Haha, Ergou’s son, really extraordinary,” the man said with a big laugh.
“Indeed, I also didn’t expect him to take down Gulang so quickly.
Without the support from above, Gulang really is pitiful,” Zhu Yeqing shook her head.
“That’s why me playing dead back then was wise,” White Tiger smiled proudly, “Now I have completely escaped their control, and the power in my hands is enough to make them wary.
They don’t dare to touch us anymore.”
The other men playing mahjong with White Tiger laughed jovially, accompanying the laughter.
These men, if put in any social setting, would be top figures, but in front of White Tiger, all they could do was laugh along.
Meanwhile, at Beijing’s airport.
The Divine Calculator, carrying a package, just got off the plane when his phone suddenly rang.
“Gulang, really dead!” The Divine Calculator glanced at his phone, murmured to himself, and then shook his head, “Good thing I left quickly!”
“Fortune teller.” A male voice sounded.
“Oh?
Hu Xiaoqiang!
Why are you the one picking me up!” The Divine Calculator exclaimed in surprise as he looked at the man in front of him dressed in a Swordsman Robe.
“Someone wants to meet you,” Hu Xiaoqiang said, not lingering, and walked ahead.
“Damn, the folks from the Special Operations Division, really something,” the Divine Calculator said admiringly, yet his eyes held disdain, but his body followed Hu Xiaoqiang from behind.
While in an old house in Beijing, Mr.
Song was writing with a brush when a guard came in and whispered something to him.
Mr.
Song laughed heartily after listening, saying, “Truly worthy of being a direct descendant of the Song Family Master.
Now that you have taken down Gulang, my promise must be fulfilled.
Hehe, I’ll give you greater power and stage, you just show me if you can truly become the rightful heir to the Song Family.”