383: Chapter 372 Alliance of Small Organizations 383: Chapter 372 Alliance of Small Organizations After finishing the talk with Long Tiantian, Song Yun got off the Hummer and saw Xinyue and Han Yue anxiously looking inside the car.
Song Yun helplessly shook his head, it seemed Long Tiantian had been playing lilies with these two girls.
“Mr.
Song, have you finished your business?” Xinyue politely stepped forward to ask.
“Yeah, we’ve pretty much finished talking.
Long Tiantian said she wanted to give you two to me,” Song Yun joked.
“That’s impossible.
Sister Long would never abandon us,” Han Yue said with confidence, but Song Yun looked at her figure and estimated that it wasn’t all that impressive.
However, her sister Xinyue had a great figure—damn, even had a wasp waist.
A woman like that was the real deal in bed.
“How do you know Sister Long won’t abandon you?
In the face of interest, you seem quite insignificant,” Song Yun said with a laugh.
“Hmph, because my sister and I control the gang’s assets, if Sister Long gave the two of us to you, then Lotus would be paralyzed,” Han Yue said with evident pride.
“I see,” Song Yun nodded, originally thinking those two girls were just Long Tiantian’s bed partners, but it turned out there was more to their relationship.
“Now that we’re done here, my sister and I won’t disturb Mr.
Song any longer.
We hope you have a wonderful day,” Xinyue said with a nod to Song Yun, then took her sister and got into the Hummer.
Watching the car drive away, Song Yun stretched languidly but kept feeling like he had forgotten something.
Back in the car, he thought it over and realized, damn it, he had forgotten to ask Long Tiantian for car repair costs.
For crying out loud, Han Yue had damaged the front of his car so badly, it was embarrassing just to look at it.
With no other choice, he drove to the Shura Alliance’s headquarters to hand the car to Meng Ku for a new paint job.
However, in the Hummer, Long Tiantian, embraced by Xinyue and Han Yue, said, “Because Lei Long died too quickly, it caused me to have a restless night.
Now I can finally get some sleep.”
“Sister Long, what exactly did you discuss with that jerk?” Han Yue naively asked, lifting her head.
“It’s about matters that will affect our future survival.
Without someone to shield us from the wind and rain, how can we grow up safely?” Long Tiantian said affectionately, patting Han Yue’s little head.
“Although it’s said that women are at a disadvantage in dealing with matters, isn’t it also an advantage?
Men always underestimate us.
Give us a chance to take the upper hand, and that is our advantage.”
“Oh,” Han Yue nodded, not fully understanding.
“Xinyue.
When we get back, make a dossier for our nightclubs, I need it today.”
“Is this for Mr.
Song’s challenge?” Xinyue asked.
“Correct.
That kid Song Yun is even more cunning than Gulang, but he’s got one good thing over Gulang: he’s not greedy.
Don’t let his talk about not fearing death fool you; he’s actually worried about saturating his resources.
That Gulang is just insatiable.
During our negotiations, he actually wanted all of our nightclubs, as if he wasn’t afraid of choking.”
“Although I’ve only had a short interaction with Mr.
Song, I can assert that he’s a principled and clever man.
If he gobbled up all our assets at once, then he wouldn’t have the strength for the next feast,” Xinyue concluded.
“Besides, Han Yue was rude to him just now, and he just brushed it off with a laugh; just this alone makes him stronger than the rest.”
“Seeing how highly you regard this kid, why don’t I just give you to him?” Long Tiantian teased.
…
Song Yun drove to the Shura Alliance headquarters and tossed the car keys to the Disciples before leisurely walking to his office, because tomorrow was Lei Long’s funeral.
Song Yun now had many documents to process.
Song Yun was puzzled; generally, funeral times are chosen for their auspicious dates, but not so with Lei Long’s, who was being buried just a couple of days after his death.
It might be a conspiracy.
Could it be that Lei Long faked his death, planning to capture everyone at his funeral?
It was possible—damn, just like the Banquet at Hongmen, only that Lei Long was less like Xiang Yu and more like Cao Cao.
“Boss, I’ll come with you to the funeral tomorrow,” Meng Ku said as he entered.
“Alright, tomorrow you and Black Flood Dragon come with me.
I’ve got this feeling something’s going to happen,” Song Yun said without looking up.
“Alert Black Flood Dragon to have a couple of cars of Green Dragon Disciples waiting at the base of the hill; in case there’s trouble, they move in for a rescue.”
“Okay.”
That response wasn’t Meng Ku’s voice.
Song Yun looked up and saw Xiao Qian smiling at him.
Ever since he had placed her with Meng Ku, meetings between Song Yun and her had lessened.
He hadn’t expected her to turn up with Meng Ku today.
“How have you been these days?” Song Yun asked Xiao Qian with a smile.
“Not bad, although my family is pushing me, constantly asking where I am.
Explaining once or twice is one thing, but now they’re calling every day, hurrying me home.
Out of frustration, I’ve taken to hanging up on them,” Xiao Qian said while sitting on the couch.
“Heh, looks like your family has plans.
Seeing that your sister is well looked after, they’re eager to get their hands on you,” Song Yun commented after sipping his tea.
“That’s an understatement; it’s obvious even to a child,” Xiao Qian said proudly.
“How has my sister been lately?
You haven’t bullied her, have you?”
“Oh my goodness, do I look like that kind of person?
In this house, I’m not even as good as a meal, let alone bullying her,” Song Yun protested.
“Speaking of bullying, you haven’t been bothering Meng Ku, have you?”
“Humph, you needn’t worry about me and Meng Ku—focus on managing yourself,” Xiao Qian said haughtily, lifting her chin.
“Boss, boss, there’s quite a few small factions starting to stir up trouble,” Li Tang barged in, shouting without caring who was inside.
“What’s happened?”
“These small organizations, I don’t know where they got the news, but they’re saying they’re getting left out of this round of sharing spoils, and now they’re getting restless,” Li Tang said, apparently enjoying the chaos, “Furthermore, they’ve somehow united, saying if they don’t get a third of the profits, they’ll revolt.”
“Heh, no big deal; let them make a fuss if that’s what they want.
This time Gulang is in charge of the division, and since they want to challenge him, we might as well sit back and watch.”
“I thought the same thing.
I don’t know who gave them such courage.
Despite banding together, they’re still a rabble—likely to fall apart at the first sign of conflict.”