456: 445 456: 445 “Kid, you finally decide to show up?
I thought you would sleep in there forever,” Wang Chuan said with contempt as he glanced at Song Yun.
“Don’t think you’re someone special just because you know Tom.
Let me tell you, this place isn’t a playground for him; there’s much more to it than meets the eye.”
“What do you really want?
I truly have no interest in wasting words with you here,” Song Yun sighed.
“Do you really think you can cover the sky with one hand?
There are people way above your dad who you might offend one day, and then your dad will have to take the fall for you.”
“I know who I can provoke and who I can’t, unlike you, a worthless little twerp.
Bring one, bring ten, bring a hundred, or bring a thousand, I’ll still step on you just for fun,” Wang Chuan declared.
“Ai, you really are an incorrigible child.
So, what do you suggest?
I may be weak, but I’m not someone anyone can just trample on,” Song Yun said, chuckling.
“Stay away from Little Ying in the future, got it?
I know exactly what you’re scheming, trying to climb your way up by courting favor with the Hao Family.
Aren’t you afraid of falling and killing yourself halfway up?” Wang Chuan said with disdain.
“Also, one of my brothers has taken a liking to your sister.
If she agrees to be my brother’s girlfriend, who knows, we might even become in-laws in the future.”
“The ‘brother’ you mentioned wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?” Song Yun sneered.
“You really have some nerve, not daring to admit even that much, and you still want to mix in these circles?”
“Say that again?” Wang Chuan roared furiously at Song Yun.
“Crushing you is as easy as crushing an ant; you’re only good at running your mouth.”
“Fine, I won’t take advantage of you with words.
How about we have a fight instead?” Song Yun said as he stretched his limbs.
“The times are constantly evolving, and you idlers who go around starting trouble should be at the forefront of the trend.
Don’t always rely on your underlings to fight for you; there’s no skill in that.”
“In my opinion, why don’t we have a fair fight?
Sanda, Taekwondo, or Ancient Martial Arts—it’s your call.
We’ll follow the rules of whatever you choose.
Doing so will not only distinguish your skills from the other spoiled brats, but it will also build your physique and provide a thrilling experience.”
“I casually feel that my fighting skills aren’t all that great, but I could still hold my own in a ring.
How about it?
I’ll let you all take turns today while I defend the ring.”
After Song Yun finished speaking, the entire place fell silent.
His suggestion had left everyone feeling bemused.
Typically, stomping down on others involved overwhelming the few with many, a method proven to be straightforward and effective since ancient times.
What was this guy getting at with his suggestion?
Was he really expecting a bunch of high-class folks to gather around, punching and kicking each other, ending up with torn clothes, lost shoes, disheveled hair, and blackened eyes?
How is that fun?
That’s not even the worst part.
In their ranks, winning over women had nothing to do with looks.
It was all about family background and wealth.
The most troubling thing was that getting punched hurts like hell.
These guys, who wouldn’t lift a finger at home, could end up battered and seething with rage just from the frustration.
“Why should we listen to you?
You know that we are in the driving seat now.”
“Damn it, we’re all high-class individuals.
Why should we stoop to your level of foolishness, and even fight?
That’s what street thugs do.”
Hearing these words, Song Yun felt disheartened.
He was simply offering them a way to win, albeit a slim one—slimmer than the odds of winning the lottery, but it was still better than a zero percent chance.
“I think my suggestion is pretty good.
Look, if you all swarm me, who knows, I might end up hitting someone in the chaos.
But if we do this my way, each of you would wear me down one by one, and by the time it’s your turn, I might be too tired to stand, and you could have a field day with me.
Isn’t that a great plan?”
The crowd opposite him was silent.
Song Yun’s reasoning wasn’t entirely without merit—getting hit amidst the chaos was a real risk, but if they went one at a time, there was a chance Song Yun would be exhausted by the end, allowing them to shine.
“Make up your minds, will you?
I’ve got other things to do,” Song Yun said, casually waving his hand.
“Then we’ll just—”
Before the others could agree, Wang Chuan, with a dark expression, shouted, “I disagree.”
After all, he had organized this whole affair.
If they really followed Song Yun’s suggestion, who would go first in the fight?
There was no need to say that he would have to go up.
He might be a bit silly, but not so much that he couldn’t see the situation clearly.
His regular indulgence in bars and women had already drained him; how could he fight Song Yun?
If he won, that was one thing.
But what if he lost?
His image would be completely destroyed, getting beaten black and blue in front of everyone, his sophistication shattered.
The thought alone was enough to irk him.
Moreover, he could sense the deep malice in Song Yun’s proposition.
Even though it would be a gauntlet, only one person could win after all.
If his side won, what about those who lost?
Everyone put in effort, so why should they suffer while someone else gets the win?
This would undoubtedly lead to discord.
“See, you’re disagreeing with every option.
What do you all actually want?” Song Yun shrugged, his expression feigning helplessness.
Song Yun was making light of the situation, driving Wang Chuan and his cohorts nearly insane with rage.
If Wang Chuan could beat Song Yun, he would definitely rush at him and slap him across the face.
But as they say, the ideal is plump, and reality is skinny.
Wang Chuan could only pin his hopes on his brothers, silently urging them to just go already and destroy that bastard.
Little did he know that his brothers were thinking the same thing.
“Wang Chuan, you go first.
You’re our leader.
After you, we’ll follow and take down that jerk.”
Because everyone harbored this idea, no one moved an inch at the scene.
They all just stood there dumbly as if lost in thought.