508: Chapter 497 Da Long Must Die 508: Chapter 497 Da Long Must Die The girl, gasping for air, pulled a medicine bottle from her mouth with her remaining left hand.
With a pop, she opened the bottle and scattered its medical powder liberally onto her severed limb.
But the powder she had just applied was washed away by blood, which filled her with panic.
She could no longer afford to entangle with Black Flood Dragon and thought to escape.
“Bang!”
The girl crashed through the living room glass, hoping to use the darkness as cover.
But just as she rolled and steadied herself, a gunshot rang out from the distance.
She looked in disbelief at her own belly, now pierced through.
The enemy was not alone; there was a sniper lying in wait from afar.
“Ah!” The girl screamed faintly as she fell to the ground, powerless.
Black Flood Dragon walked out of the villa at a leisurely pace after flicking the Blood Pearl from his Longquan Sword, and a woman holding a Barrett rifle jumped down from a nearby tree and walked towards him.
“Everything’s taken care of.
Wait here for me, I’ll go and deal with this woman’s body,” Black Flood Dragon said to Xiao Hei, then turned and poured a liquid from a bottle in his pocket over the body.
This liquid was specially concocted by Hua Manlou’s lad.
It was extremely corrosive and within minutes, the body dissolved as if it had vanished from the earth, leaving only a human-shaped pit.
Seeing this, Song Yun finally relaxed.
It seemed that Black Flood Dragon’s side was progressing smoothly.
He jumped down from the tree, drove away from the spot, and now the main issue was how to deal with Fierce Tiger.
Could Lei Ting be so bold?
Does he truly believe that if he is the younger one, I wouldn’t dare to make my move?
After driving home, Song Yun approached the girls who were gathered playing video games.
He patted little Song Yuxue’s head and said with a smile, “Did you have fun playing today?”
“Yeah, we had a blast at the amusement park in Sunan, and later we even visited a horse farm,” the little girl said with a smile.
“Good to hear you had fun.
I’m a bit tired today, so I’m off to bed,” Song Yun said.
After taking a bath when he got back to his room, Song Yun lay on his bed and fell into deep thought.
When exactly had he been drawn into this vortex?
Was it when he had just returned, or when he had encountered Li Shishi being pursued?
Mulling over it, Song Yun could only shake his head in resignation.
He couldn’t fathom how these events had come to be.
It was as if invisible hands were behind him, pushing him step by step further in.
As he daydreamed, the door opened, and Li Shishi walked in cautiously.
“What are you doing lying on the bed, performing some kind of art installation?” Li Shishi playfully slapped Song Yun, making room for herself to sit.
“I don’t know, just felt like emptying my mind,” Song Yun said blankly.
“You’ve been off since you came in.
What happened tonight?” she prodded, resting her chin in her hand as she looked at Song Yun.
“Nothing much, just solved a little problem,” Song Yun said as he wrapped his arms around Li Shishi.
“There’s an upcoming sports day at school.
After that, I plan to take Xiaoqing to Yu Hang to sort out her issues.
It can’t be left hanging forever.”
“Yeah, I heard Xiaoqing’s family has been pressuring her again.
It’s better to settle it quickly,” Li Shishi nodded.
“But what about things here in Sunan when you’re gone?
It’s a sensitive time right now.
What if they make a move while you’re away?”
“Haha, they don’t have the guts.
From the fact they can only send assassins to kill me, it shows they would only dare to employ petty schemes and not act openly,” Song Yun laughed.
“Don’t leave tonight, stay here with me.”
“What are you thinking?
I’m just getting better, I can’t handle much,” Li Shishi blushed, half-complaining.
“What are you thinking?
I just said I want you to keep me company, nothing else,” Song Yun teased back.
Holding her, Song Yun continued talking until he unknowingly slipped into dreamland.
Meanwhile, Fierce Tiger’s place was abuzz with activity.
Da Long was in a meeting with Lei Ting and the senior members of Fierce Tiger when he received a call from an unknown number.
To his surprise, it was the police.
They reported a murder case at his villa in the suburbs and asked him what was going on.
Alarmed, he barely suppressed his fury and asked, “Did you find a body in the villa?”
“No, we only found signs of a struggle, and neighbors heard gunshots and fight noises half an hour ago before it went quiet,” the police said.
“We need you to come over to answer some questions.”
“Okay, I’ll be right there.” Da Long hung up and apologized to Lei Ting.
“I have an emergency to deal with.
Continue the meeting and just give me the summary tomorrow.”
“No worries, go handle your stuff,” Lei Ting nodded.
Once Da Long had left, Lei Ting lit a cigarette and slowly asked, “So, who’s going to take care of removing Da Long?”
“We still can’t take direct action; Da Long still has some clout in the gang.
A failed attempt could backfire,” a shirtless man commented.
“Hmph, I really don’t get why Da Long was air-dropped in here to play the role of Regent King.
He was just a small thug from a prefecture-level city that we helped rise,” another effeminate man snorted.
“Enough, you’re all being too loud.
It was the former boss’s decision, and we can’t change that.
But one thing really bothers me—the outside world keeps calling this Da Long our Regent King, and that doesn’t sit well with me.”
“Thump thump thump—”
Lei Ting knocked on the table and said, “If Da Long just wanted to retire peacefully, I wouldn’t mind giving him some power.
But he’s playing with fire.
Simply by the virtue of his title as Regent King, he has to die.”
“Boss, shall we get in touch with Wild Wolf and ask them to send a couple of guys to finish Da Long?”
“That sounds good.
Firstly, if it works, we get rid of a nuisance.
Secondly, if it fails, we can throw the dirt on Wild Wolf.”
After hearing this, Lei Ting nodded and said, “I’ll leave this task in your hands.
As long as the demands from Gulang’s side aren’t too outrageous, we agree to them.”
Da Long, unaware that he had been condemned to death by Fierce Tiger’s men, had only one thought on his mind: to hurry to the scene and see who had died.
He hoped that it wasn’t that woman—that woman was his ace up the sleeve.
She could be assigned future assassination missions.
Her death would greatly weaken his strength.
Upon arrival at the suburban villa, Da Long hurriedly revealed his purpose to the police and rushed inside.
“Who died here?” Da Long asked impatiently.
“We don’t know.
We haven’t found any body, just a human-shaped pit outside the house.
It seems the killer used something highly corrosive to dissolve the body,” said the police officer.
“Hurry, show me,” Da Long said.
When Da Long saw the human-shaped pit, he sighed in resignation.
He was all too familiar with the woman’s frame.
Now, seeing the pit, it confirmed that she was indeed dead.