377: Chapter 366 Lei Long is Dead 377: Chapter 366 Lei Long is Dead After a day of turmoil, Song Yun was now extremely exhausted.
After drinking a glass of water, he went upstairs and fell into a dazed sleep.
He had a dreamless night, and the next morning Song Yun was awakened by the alarm clock.
Today he had to head to headquarters to deal with the aftermath of the recent events.
Although the leaders of the minor organizations were all fawningly apologizing to him, a mistake was a mistake, and a mistake had to be punished.
Gazing at the various people appearing before him, Song Yun felt an inexplicable annoyance.
He hurled the water glass in his hand to the floor and shouted, “Dammit, do you really think I’m that easy to bully?
Wanting your territories back?
Don’t even think about it.”
“You can’t say that, we’ve all apologized already,” a man with a tiger tattooed on his arm said.
“Apologies?
If apologies could solve everything, what would we need the police for?” Song Yun finished, waving his hand dismissively and saying, “Get lost, get lost, get lost.
Tell your bosses to brace for the wrath of the Shura Alliance.”
These people, although very angry, were still on someone else’s turf and could only leave begrudgingly, at most muttering a few curses behind their backs.
Rubbing his eyebrows, Song Yun asked, “Has the Bai Family shown any reaction yet?”
“The Bai family hasn’t sent anyone to explain the situation to us yet,” Zhao Yan chuckled, lighting a cigarette.
“Probably caught off guard this time.
Last time at least you could have a proper talk, but this time you were thrown in jail.”
“Hmph, they think it’s that easy to take me down?
They’re going to have to pay a price,” Song Yun muttered to himself, but then he noticed Zhao Yan’s phone ringing.
After listening for a few seconds, Zhao Yan’s mouth fell open and the phone slipped from his hand onto the floor.
“What’s got you so horrified?
Did you knock up that pretty little girl?” Song Yun teased while lighting a cigarette.
“No…
not that boss…
Lei Long…
Lei Long is dead,” Zhao Yan said with a look of shock.
Lei Long was dead, just like that, without a clear reason.
When Song Yun first heard the news, seeing the worried expressions of Zhao Yan and the others, his mind was in chaos.
He thought he had at least a month to prepare for the ordeal, but how could Lei Long just die like this?
Now there would be chaos everywhere.
The longstanding animosity between Fierce Tiger and Wild Wolf was always on a hair-trigger and now with Lei Long’s death, Song Yun was seriously worried about Fierce Tiger.
If Wild Wolf swallowed up Fierce Tiger’s territories and markets, the days ahead would be very difficult for him.
“How did he die?” Song Yun asked after sitting silently in his chair for a moment.
Even though Lei Long was as frail as a sick ghost, he shouldn’t have died that quickly.
There had to be a conspiracy.
“It’s actually a bit ridiculous,” Zhao Yan said with a bitter smile, adjusting his glasses.
“The incident was a pure fluke.
Lei Long’s death was a real injustice.”
“Just a few hours ago, Lei Long was playing mahjong with a few people, and when one of his underlings behind him went to pour him some water, he accidentally knocked the glass over, splashing Lei Long.
Since there were outsiders present, he had to maintain his boss’s image, so he stood up and kicked the underling.”
“That underling felt humiliated in front of so many people and secretly put something in Lei Long’s glass.
After Lei Long drank it, it was brutal — bleeding from all orifices — and he died untreated at the hospital.”
Hearing what Zhao Yan said, Song Yun’s face twitched.
This wasn’t a mishap in the gutter — it was like a nail had pierced through the hull, sinking the whole ship.
“And then?
What happened to the underling?”
“What else?
He was taken care of, turned to mud,” Zhao Yan took a sip of water and sighed, “If it was someone of the same stature, even a kick wouldn’t have mattered much.
They all know the rules within this circle.”
“But it’s these young hotheads with nothing to their name who dare to pull such reckless stunts.
They have no fear, no sense of boundaries.”
“Dammit, any time would have been better than now to die.
Has Gulang been stirred up by this news at all?” Song Yun was wary of Gulang taking advantage of Lei Long’s death and nibbling away at Fierce Tiger’s territories.
“Gulang has been silent the whole time; no one knows what he is plotting,” Zhao Yan shook his head.
“Although Lei Long is dead, as long as the elder statesman of Fierce Tiger is around, I guess Gulang wouldn’t dare to make a move.”
“Gulang wouldn’t dare to make a move?
You underestimate him.
He’s like his organization name suggests, an untamable Wild Wolf.
Just watch, right now Gulang is surely gathering his forces.
Once Lei Long’s funeral is over, there’ll be chaos in Sunan.”
“If he has both money and power, and so many followers, why wait until after Lei Long’s funeral?” Li Tang asked, puzzled.
“Ah, that’s tradition.
If someone dies, no matter how much hate there was before, you have to wait until after the funeral to act, or else everyone will gang up on you,” Wang Hu commented.
“It’s precisely this tradition that’s restraining Gulang’s moves, giving us at least a little time to prepare.”
“Right, first pull back all the Disciples from the prefecture-level cities.
There’s no need to expand into new markets for now; just hold our ground,” Song Yun said, lighting another cigarette.
“What kind of mess is this?
Why did it come so suddenly?”
“Boss, there’s new information,” Zhao Yan glanced at his phone and said, “The elder statesman of Fierce Tiger…
shit, the old man says he’s out, doesn’t want to be involved in this bloody and violent life anymore, having spent years in deep meditation.
As for the territories of Fierce Tiger, he’s leaving full control to one man.”
“Who is that man?” Song Yun asked.
“Don’t know.
There’s nothing on the intelligence reports,” Zhao Yan said, his expression uneasy.
“Now, once Lei Long’s funeral is over, it might all be over for Fierce Tiger.”
“What’s the attitude of the other top figures of Fierce Tiger Gang?”
“No stance taken, they’re all silent.”
“No, something isn’t right about this,” Song Yun pondered for a moment.
“Are you sure Lei Long is dead?”
“This news came from the inside of Fierce Tiger; it’s unlikely to be false.
The day after tomorrow is Lei Long’s burial,” Zhao Yan said.
“I have a feeling there’s something fishy about this, there has to be something we don’t know,” Song Yun said, irately scratching his head.