399: Chapter 388: Singles Party 399: Chapter 388: Singles Party “Just as I hung up Zhao Yan’s call, the phone rang again.
I swiped off the screen saver to see it was from Mao Shan.
‘What’s up, Shanzi, what’s going on?'”
“Hehe, Brother Yun, tomorrow that… tomorrow I’m getting engaged,” a towering lad of almost eight feet tall said hesitantly, amusing Song Yun greatly.
“Engaged?
You’ve never mentioned this before, come on, tell me, whose daughter is she?”
“She’s the granddaughter of the Chief of Staff of the Sunan Military Region.
We went out to play recently, had a few drinks… made a mistake, hehe, so my grandfather discussed with her family to expedite the wedding arrangements.”
“You rascal, not bad at all, becoming a family man now, alright, I’ll be there tomorrow to drown you in a few drinks,” laughed Song Yun heartily.
“Hehe, after getting engaged today, I’m a man with a family, so I’m planning to have a bachelor party tonight.
See if you can open up that venue you manage.” Mao Shan said with a goofy smile.
“Alright, youngster, getting engaged tomorrow and still messing around today, if your fiancée finds out won’t she kill you?” Song Yun chuckled and scolded.
“Hey, you can’t say that.
Before the engagement, men and women shouldn’t meet, so everyone is doing their own thing right now, just no crossing the line,” Mao Shan explained.
“Tonight, let’s call the boys over and have some fun.”
“Kid, what am I supposed to say about you, your fiancée isn’t throwing her own bachelorette party, is she?”
“Yeah, I heard she’s having her party at some hotel.
I didn’t want to throw a formal party.
Just sitting and drinking with the brothers feels better.” Mao Shan laughed.
“Boss, have the venue ready by six, I’ll head there directly.”
“Geez, you make your Brother book the venue for your party?
Screw it, I’m stuck with a brother like you in this lifetime.
Let’s go to our new nightclub called ‘Twilight,’ located on Furong Road,” Song Yun said.
“Okay, we’ll meet there at six,” Mao Shan chuckled and hung up the phone.
After hanging up, Song Yun called Zhao Yan to inform her about Mao Shan’s situation.
Zhao Yan was quite happy to hear the news, as in Sunan, Mao Shan was well-liked by their group, and she went to set up the place herself without a second word.
Men going out to have fun is best kept among men.
If the wives at home got wind of it, oh boy, the drama would be huge.
Add Li Yueyue stirring up trouble, and I’d be painted as a disloyal cad who neglects his duties at home to chase after wild flowers.
Unexpectedly for Song Yun, Li Shishi and her friends also planned a group activity that night.
After inquiring, he learned that Mao Shan’s fiancée knew Li Shishi; they were classmates before, so invitations were exchanged for their respective bachelorette parties.
Hearing this, Song Yun generously agreed, even assigning two Green Dragon Disciples as bodyguards.
Li Yueyue and Liu Ran knew there would be fun tonight, so after watching the China-Japan duel, they left, leaving Song Yun wandering around the school all afternoon.
Checking his watch and realizing it was almost six,he gathered Zhao Yan, Li Tang, and their group, and they headed off to the Twilight Nightclub en masse.
On the way, Hua Manlou pulled out a bottle, sneaking some pills into his pocket.
This move was so stealthy, if Song Yun hadn’t been observant, he would’ve missed it.
He switched seats to sit next to Hua Manlou and stared at him with a mischievous grin.
“Hand them over.”
“What do you mean, hand over?” Hua Manlou eyed Song Yun warily.
“Stop pretending.
What kind of pills did you just pop in your mouth?
Share half with me.”
“This is my medicine for treating an illness; are you trying to rob me now?” Hua Manlou shifted subtly away from Song Yun without a trace of emotion.
“Fine, it’s your ‘medicine’ then.
I’ll just announce it so they can hear; you know, these beasts might just rob you blind,” Song Yun threatened with a face that said, ‘If you don’t give it to me, I’ll expose you.’
“Bro, you’re the boss, my luck really is the worst,” Hua Manlou grudgingly pulled out a small medicine bottle and said, “This is an antidote to alcohol; take it before drinking, and you’ll stay sober despite thousands of cups; take it after drinking, and you’ll sober up instantly.”
“Holy shit, that’s awesome,” Song Yun exclaimed in surprise.
“All these years of brotherhood weren’t in vain.”
Looking satisfied with a couple of pats on his shoulder, Hua Manlou grimaced and said, “When my sister mailed me this medicine, she also asked how you’ve been lately.”
“You didn’t talk out of turn, did you?” Song Yun glared threateningly at Hua Manlou.
“If your sister decides to kill me, I’ll take you down before she can get to me.”
“Bullshit, do I look like the kind of guy who’d betray his brothers?
I just said you’ve been living well lately, enjoying little drinks and flirting with little chicks, nothing else,” Hua Manlou defended himself.
Song Yun could almost visualize a resentful woman in a mountain sect, sharpening her knife, ready to come down from the mountain to slaughter her faithless lover.
“Damn it, you fucking moron, you didn’t say what you should have, and spilled everything you shouldn’t have.
Saying I’m out drinking and flirting with chicks, aren’t you just asking for trouble?
How did I end up with such a pig-headed teammate?”
Hua Manlou, seeing Song Yun’s near-mad expression, quickly added, “I didn’t just say that, trust me, my lips are sealed.”
“What else did you say?” Song Yun grasped Hua Manlou’s collar, demanding, “Surely you didn’t tell your sister something that would prompt her to come over with a knife to kill me, right?”
“Absolutely not, I said you’ve been quite attractive to ladies recently, especially Long Tiantian.
By the way, do you have something going on with Long Tiantian?” Hua Manlou curiously inquired.
“I’m gonna strangle you,” Song Yun shouted angrily, tightening his grip around Hua Manlou’s neck.
“You’re really screwing me over here; your sister will definitely kill me if she finds out.”
“What’s going on, boss?” Li Tang chimed in curiously.
“None of your business, move aside,” Song Yun growled.
“When we get back, you better write a new letter to your sister highlighting only the good parts about me, got it?”
“Got it, got it, loosen up, I’m almost suffocating,” gasped Hua Manlou, his face turning red.
“By the way, when did you last contact Xie Xing?”
“What’s up?” Song Yun asked, furrowing his brow.
“I heard he went out of town after I last spoke with him.”
“Nothing, just heard some rumors in the sect that ‘Xingxing’ had been fraternizing with some questionable characters,” Hua Manlou said, massaging his neck.
“But knowing that kid, I doubt he’ll run into major trouble.”
“Yeah, that kid might not be the most skilled in martial arts, but he’s sly as a weasel, always manages to slip through trouble,” Song Yun said with a laugh.