504: Chapter 493: Overwhelming Power 504: Chapter 493: Overwhelming Power “Boss, we are here,” Wu Li said with a smile as he parked the heavy motorcycle and walked towards Song Yun.
“You guys really got here fast.
I thought I’d have to wait a while,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“Jue Wu, I haven’t seen you around lately, where have you been?”
“I’ve been dealing with some Buddhist affairs, so I’ve been running around,” Jue Wu sighed.
“Alright, if you’re having trouble, just tell me.
After all, we are brothers now; I’ll definitely help if I can.”
“Boss, what’s with all this crowd gathered here?” Wu Li lit a cigarette and looked at the more than forty strong men opposite him.
“Somebody wants to mess with me.
They also said I wouldn’t have any brothers to block the attack for me.
I didn’t believe it, so I called you guys over.”
“Hmph, are you guys with Song Yun?” Liu Guo said arrogantly, despite there being more than fifty people opposite him.
Except for a few leaders who were rather hefty, the others were skinny and probably easy to knock down with one punch.
What made it even funnier was that there was a monk mixed in with the crowd on the other side, which nearly had Liu Guo laughing his guts out.
“Song Yun, your brothers really have personality, having a monk among them and all.
I must say, you do have a wide social circle.
But look at your bros, skinny as sticks.
I hope a gentle nudge won’t land them in hospital.”
“You sure talk a lot.
If we’re going to fight, let’s fight.
Why the chatter?” Song Yun eyed the other side disdainfully.
Wu Li’s group were disciples of the Green Dragon Sect, trained by the Black Flood Dragon.
They might not look as muscular as some fitness coaches but their slim builds could unleash greater power, just like a fist can hurt more than a palm when smacked across a face.
“Ha-ha, fellas, you see the line-up over there.
They outnumber us by a dozen or so, but let’s give them some leeway.
Finish them off in ten minutes, then we go drink,” Liu Guo sneered, coldly laughing at Song Yun’s side, feeling confident about the fight.
“Ah, Buddha says to spare others when you can — patrons, think it over,” Jue Wu sighed.
“This damn monk talks too much.
I really dislike your face; boys, let’s take him down first!” Liu Guo shouted from behind.
At Liu Guo’s command, more than twenty strong men howled and rushed towards Jie Juewu.
These men were somewhat skilled, so their charge looked quite fierce.
The fastest among them reached Jue Wu in less than two seconds.
Before Jue Wu could move forward to fight, his disciples shielded him.
Liu Guo, initially very smug and eager to see Song Yun being overwhelmed by his men, didn’t expect that the twenty men who charged at the monk would be casually knocked down by five or six of their opponents, unable to even stand up.
He was shocked; these skinny fellows were incredibly strong.
To beat two or three people could be normal, but this was off the charts.
Before he could recover from his astonishment, he saw the monk make a move; his palms, which had been pressed together, suddenly twisted, fingers splayed slightly curved, like a blooming Lotus, and pushed a man flying several meters through the air before crashing into his own comrades.
“Is this guy even human?” Liu Guo muttered, stunned by his own ignorance and underground dealings which were minor compared to what he faced now.
He didn’t understand the scale of power behind Song Yun.
By the time his toughest bodyguards were kicked away, Liu Guo completely lost hope.
His men lay groaning on the ground, and he, all alone, couldn’t fight back.
Song Yun walked slowly towards Liu Guo, with Wu Li and Jue Wu following.
“Is this what you call playing?
It looks quite mediocre,” Song Yun mocked.
“Really, I thought you might excite me a bit, but it seems I don’t even need to lift a finger.”
“Damn it, I admit defeat today.
Do whatever you want to me; I’ll take it alone,” Liu Guo glared fiercely at Song Yun.
“Shut up,” Wu Li slapped him across the face, saying coldly, “Who do you think you are?
Own a security company and think you’re invincible?
Talking about playing with us, how ridiculous.”
“Fuck, if you don’t kill me today, I’ll kill you another day.”
Hearing Liu Guo’s desperate roar, Song Yun shook his head helplessly and said, “You were never tough.
Why put on a show now?
Did you really think I’d pat you on the shoulder and say, ‘Well done, hero, I’ll let you go today?’ Damn, that’s for TV shows, not real life.
Get real.”
“Not convinced yet?
If you really were thinking of your brothers and were tough, you’d have joined the fight and not just stood by watching.
You should know there’s a difference between not daring to act and not wanting to act.”
Liu Guo broke out in a cold sweat.
Song Yun seemed like a demon who could read minds.
Despite nearing fifty, the fervor of his youth was gone.
Now a man of comfort, he couldn’t jump into the fray himself.
“Got it right, did I?” Song Yun laughed heartily.
“I was just shaking you up, and you already look pathetic.
I wonder how you managed to get this far.”
“Shen Ji, come here,” Song Yun beckoned.
“Decide how to handle these folks.
I’ll listen to you.”
“Let them go.
They’ve received their due punishment,” Shen Ji said with pity, looking at the trembling Liu Yan.
“Liu Yan, you’ve seen today that no matter how well you mix, there’s always someone better.
As a woman, better be self-respecting and strong.”