390: Chapter 379: Tie Them All Up 390: Chapter 379: Tie Them All Up At the back of the hill, they finally caught sight of Lei Long.
In life, although he often coughed and spat blood, now in death, he lay quietly in his coffin.
Which, after all, made sense.
If Lei Long had continued coughing now, probably not a single person would be around.
“My father did many things in his lifetime, whether right or wrong, that’s all in the past.
From today onwards, I, Lei Ting, carry the banner.
After today, do as you please—those who have grievances, seek revenge; those who feel wronged, grieve.
We, Fierce Tiger, will take charge.
But if anyone dares to pull any underhanded moves, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
Song Yun prodded Gulang, who stood beside him, asking, “Looks like the kid is talking about you, aren’t you going to go up there and teach the youngster a lesson?”
“I’m not his dad.
Why should I school him in smarts?
His words today have infuriated everyone.
I’m quite looking forward to the moment Fierce Tiger collapses,” Gulang seemed quite intoxicated with the idea.
Song Yun was too polite to interrupt his daydreaming, so could only light a cigarette and continue listening to Lei Ting spew nonsense.
Despite all the talk from Lei Ting, the gist was clear: my father might be dead, but Fierce Tiger is still alive.
Cross my market share, and get ready for retaliation.
Song Yun had grown calluses in his ears from such outdated lingo, scoffed, and turned his gaze to Lei Long, lying in his coffin.
The human journey is hasty, barely a century long.
Whether you are a king or a noble, in the end, dust to dust, ashes to ashes.
“Now, I want to introduce someone to you all.
This person will hold the same status as me in Sunan moving forward.
Let’s welcome him with a warm round of applause,” Lei Ting said, a faint smile on his lips.
Who cared about this brat at the gathering?
In the Martial World, it’s all about seniority.
Your father’s high status doesn’t mean you can strut around, talking about your status in Sunan.
A greenhorn, what kind of status can you have?
Seeing that only a few people clapped halfheartedly, Lei Ting’s expression darkened from sunny to overcast.
He thought at least someone would’ve offered him a token of respect, but reality proved otherwise.
“Is this how you all disrespect me, Lei Ting?” he said darkly.
“My father may be dead, but even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.
If you want to face my wrath, then go ahead and try.”
People are inherently masochistic.
Hearing Lei Ting let all his tough words out, they all turned to look at Song Yun, Gulang, and Long Tiantian.
The real tough ones weren’t this kid, but these three individuals.
Seeing none of them clapping, no one was willing to give Lei Ting the time of day.
Lei Ting, grinding his teeth, clapped harshly, and a group of men rushed from the side.
“Since none of you will show me respect, I’ll just tear everything apart and take you all on.
You all wanted to wage war against me anyway, why not let me take the advantage now?” he said.
“Idiot,” Song Yun muttered under his breath.
Kids will be kids, too young and naive, lacking any real cunning.
Had anyone else here been in his place, even without applause, they’d just watch with glee and go about their business.
In the Martial World, it’s taboo to draw weapons in front of the deceased, and everyone abided by this rule but not this disrespectful kid.
The one lying in the coffin is your father, don’t you have any consideration for him?
Unexpectedly, Lei Ting also knew the tactic of catching the leader to defeat the enemy, calling for his henchmen to tie up those bosses he pointed out.
In his view, no matter how formidable these bosses were, they couldn’t match his number of men.
With over a hundred people on this mountain, he refused to believe his force couldn’t beat the weaklings present.
“Stay still like a good boy, or grandpa will end you,” a burly man approached Song Yun, threatening him.
“I don’t want to see him again,” Song Yun said indifferently.
“Black Flood Dragon, this man is yours.
I really want to see what other tactics they have.”
Black Flood Dragon chuckled, drawing a small sword from his waist.
This sword was a set with the Longquan Sword, just like his own Hidden Dragon Saber and Dragon Slayer Dagger.
Only now the Dragon Slayer Dagger was being kept by the old man, unsure when it would be handed over to him.
With a swift movement, Black Flood Dragon flitted across the area like a ghostly apparition.
As the man watched in terror at Black Flood Dragon’s fading silhouette, a sword sheath appeared before his eyes, followed swiftly by darkness as he passed out.
“Pathetic,” Black Flood Dragon spat on the man’s body and said coolly.
“Killers will always be killed.
Since you’ve made your bed, go lie in it with Lei Long.”
A plume of blood spurted from the man’s neck as Black Flood Dragon wiped the warm blood from his face, his figure becoming blurred once more.
Meanwhile, at Gulang and Long Tiantian’s side, the two people with Gulang were very strong, continuously tossing the Fierce Tiger’s men out.
As for Long Tiantian, probably because she was a woman, those Fierce Tiger folks thought she was easy to bully.
They rushed at them with the intent to take advantage of her, but it turned out to be a dismal outcome.
Song Yun had no idea that actually, Xinyue and Han Yue were experts.
Watching them skillfully attack men where it hurts the most, Song Yun felt a chill between his legs.
“Meng Ku, go on then, we can’t let others laugh at us,” he said.
Meng Ku nodded, taking a steel pipe from one of the Fierce Tiger men, and strolled towards the thicker crowd.
“This kid is still too young, doesn’t know how to control his emotions,” said Song Yun as he, Gulang, and Long Tiantian stood to one side, chatting and laughing as if sightseeing.
“Indeed, but this brat does have more guts than that dead ghost Lei Long did, daring to make a move on everyone,” Long Tiantian shook her head.
“Song Yun, those two guys beside you are pretty good with their hands,” Gulang remarked, observing the field, especially keeping an eye on Black Flood Dragon.
“Not bad, they’re all brothers, just following me for a bite to eat,” Song Yun said with a grin.
“Look at those small-time bosses, they’re all scared to death now.”
The main forces in the fight were none other than Black Flood Dragon, Meng Ku, the two beside Gulang, along with Han Yue and Xinyue.
The henchmen of those bosses were all at a loss until someone shouted to take them all on, then they dared to rush into the fray.
“Huh, where did that kid Lei Ting go?” Long Tiantian looked around.
“That kid is probably scared of the current situation.
Really, to think he’d stir up so much trouble at his dad’s funeral.”
“The young ones nowadays, there’s nothing they wouldn’t do.
Just yesterday, I almost got chopped at the school gates,” Song Yun said nonchalantly.
“That happened?
Someone dares to mess on your turf and with you?” Gulang seemed very interested in the story.
Song Yun shrugged and could only recount yesterday’s events, though naturally, the tale was somewhat embellished—like Song Yun counseling those hooligans back onto the right path like a teacher.