503: Chapter 492: My People Have Arrived 503: Chapter 492: My People Have Arrived “Xiao Wang,” Brother Zhao sighed with feigned distress, “I’ve made myself very clear.
What you’ve done is just so wrong, and the impact is so dreadful.
Where was your sense of mission all these years in your position?
How could you let this happen?
I am deeply pained by this—you’ve truly let down the years of nurturing granted to you.
Alas, you should step down.”
“Please just listen to my explanation,” Wang Mingdao was damn near tears now, never had he expected to truly be abandoned like this, his years of struggle had come to an end.
“There’s no need for explanations,” he said, rising to his feet.
“Go back now, prepare a written report for me.
We won’t wrong a good person, nor will we let a bad one off.
Brother Song, this matter is a bit complicated; I need to make another trip back, so, that will be all for here.” “Wang Mingdao, I hope on your path forward, you can proceed and cherish it.”
“Heh, then I won’t see you out, Brother Zhao.
I’m looking forward to a satisfactory response from you,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“I’ll definitely give you a satisfactory answer,” he replied, giving Song Yun a meaningful glance before saying goodbye.
“Then, goodbye Brother Song.
I hope the next time we meet will be around a dining table.”
“Definitely, definitely.”
As he walked ahead, Wang Mingdao quickly chased after him.
He had to find a way to save his position.
Liu Guo and Liu Yan be damned; back then, his relationship with Liu Guo, the rough man, was because there were mutual benefits.
He showed up today to back Liu Guo because he thought he could handle it since it was an issue within his own system, a casual chance to grant Liu Guo some face.
But who would have thought this matter would put his own position at risk?
Now, in his heart, Wang Mingdao cursed Liu Guo as less than human.
He couldn’t care less about Liu Guo and Liu Yan’s problems now.
“Principal Wang, while you’re not sacked yet, isn’t it time you made some decisions?” Song Yun said, lighting a cigarette and speaking unhurriedly.
“Hmph, I’ve decided to expel Liu Yan,” Principal Wang sneered.
“And I’ve heard your relative is the vice-principal, don’t worry.
This will implicate the vice-principal as well.” Now that he was effectively a dead man, why not drag a few others down with him?
He was going down regardless, so might as well let others sink together.
If he wasn’t happy, why should the rest be?
Misery loves company—that’s real power.
“You…” Liu Guo slammed his cup furiously onto the ground.
Who would have thought such an ordinary man could summon the big boss from JY bureau, turning everything contrary to his expectations?
But Liu Guo only slightly valued Song Yun.
After all, Song Yun dealt with education while he was in the underworld; he wasn’t particularly scared of Song Yun.
“You’re Liu Guo, right?
You’ve seen their fate.
Now, can we talk about yours?” Song Yun said with a smile.
“Don’t think you’re the big shot just because you can summon a few lackeys.
I’m not fed by this circle.
You, you’re no use to me,” snapped Liu Guo upon seeing Song Yun’s frivolous demeanor, enraged and looking ghastly.
“If you don’t play by the rules of the upright, then let’s play by the rules of your circle,” Song Yun said nonchalantly.
“Oh?
You play this game too?
Kid, don’t think you run the world just because you’re a bit clever.
This is not a playground for you,” Liu Guo said with disdain.
“Don’t piss your pants out of fear later on.”
“I doubt I’ll piss my pants in fear—I know a lot of brothers,” said Song Yun, seeming unbothered.
“Ha ha, having many brothers doesn’t mean they’ll take a knife or block a bullet for you.
What do you say?
Shall we take this outside?” Liu Guo stared at Song Yun fiercely.
Earlier, he had already summoned his men over.
He owned a security company—nearly a hundred men, all capable fighters.
His guys should have already arrived at the school gates by now.
“Sure, sure.
I too would like to see if my brothers would take a stab for me, if they could block a bullet for me,” replied Song Yun.
“Are we in for trouble?” Shen Ji pulled at Song Yun’s clothes and said with slight trepidation.
“Don’t worry, trust me,” Song Yun reassured.
Rising to his feet, he addressed the teacher who had been ignored, “As a teacher, you’re supposed to protect your students.
Seeing how you’ve taken care of Shen Ji before, I’ll let you off the hook for today.
We’ll be counting on you to look after Shen Ji in the future.”
After speaking, Song Yun left the principal’s office with Shen Ji.
Liu Guo, too, left with a murderous look, taking Liu Yan with him, leaving only a distressed Principal Wang and a stunned teacher behind.
While walking, Song Yun made a call to Zhao Yan; this time, he didn’t request too many people to come over, just enough to keep control.
If he rallied hundreds, it wouldn’t go down well with Wang Dong.
Walking along, Liu Guo sent a message to his men, confirming that over forty of them had already arrived at the school gates, waiting.
Liu Guo, glancing at Song Yun strolling leisurely ahead, muttered, “Humph, I must have my revenge.”
Minutes later, Song Yun, accompanying Shen Ji, reached the school gates, only to see about forty muscular men standing outside.
Clad in unified blue tank tops, their bulging muscles intimidated the passing students, who quickly detoured around them.
Liu Guo sauntered over to the front of this group of burly men who, quite disciplined, bowed their heads and called out loudly, “Boss.”
“Right, thanks for your help with today’s affair.
When this is done, we’ll have a few drinks together,” said Liu Guo, puffing out his chest.
“Sure thing.
Thanks, boss,” the crowd responded.
“Scared?” Song Yun chuckled, turning to Shen Ji, who was shivering slightly.
“A little,” Shen Ji admitted in a low voice, though her body’s reaction betrayed her true feelings.
“Heh, it’s normal to be a bit scared facing such a large show of force for the first time,” Song Yun commented.
“But you must adapt.
After all, you have a long journey ahead, and you’ll encounter even bigger scenes in the future.”
“Kid, didn’t you want to play some vague game with me?
My brothers are here; where are yours?” taunted Liu Guo, puffing on his cigarette.
Just at that moment, the rumbling of engines approached.
Seven or eight large off-road vehicles and over thirty heavyweight motorcycles charged in from the side.
“There.
My people have arrived too,” Song Yun said with a smile.