449: Chapter 438: Trapped 449: Chapter 438: Trapped Song Yun returned to his room after dinner and pulled out his laptop to enter a string of URLs, only to find himself on a slightly awkward website.
When he clicked on a set of images and scrolled down to the third one, he clicked in.
This image didn’t expand like an ordinary one but instead redirected him to another webpage, a dark one, with a prompt to fill in a username and password.
After entering the information, the webpage transitioned to a chat room.
This chat room connected the elites of the global underworld, where renowned assassins and their agents were members, and due to his fame, Song Yun had become one of the site’s administrators.
Having returned to the mainland, it had been such a long time since he last visited, he wondered if that group of people still remembered him.
Mumbling to himself in the chat room, he typed, “Who’s around right now, show your faces.”
The previously quiet chat room suddenly erupted with activity, numerous foreign usernames flooding the screen.
Song Yun couldn’t be bothered to see what they were all posting, so using his administrator privileges, he muted them all and then announced on the public screen, “I’ve been attacked recently, whoever you are, whatever organization you’re with, don’t let me find out, or you’re dead.”
After sending the message, Song Yun switched his IP several times to prevent anyone with the notion of stirring trouble from finding him.
Having done all this, Song Yun sneezed, locked his door, and fell into a deep sleep.
His afternoon nap on the couch had been utterly uncomfortable; the couch was too small and his wounded arm further added to his misery—it was a damn mess.
When he awoke, he found that aside from Song Yuxue, all the other girls had gone about their own business.
Knowing that he couldn’t go out with the little girl at home, he resigned himself to shaking his head and began to eat the fried dough sticks and soy milk that she had prepared specially for him.
After the meal, Song Yun was a bit frustrated; he was not one to sit still, and the idea of staying quietly at home was more agonizing than death to him.
Just as he was about to suggest going out for a walk, he caught sight of Song Yuxue’s pitiable gaze.
Damn it, with his sister looking like this, he could go without a walk.
Bored, he sat on the couch and chatted with Song Yuxue, hoping someone would come and rescue him.
Fortune smiled on Song Yun, albeit in the form of an unwanted old man, but Song Yun gladly accepted.
Watching Song Yuxue clutch at his sleeve, he lifted his arm, patted the little girl’s hair, and said with a smile, “If you’re worried about me, you can come with me.”
“Really?” Her eyes sparkled with excitement at the prospect.
“Of course, it’s just a minor matter,” Song Yun replied.
Taking Song Yuxue to a teahouse, Song Yun reported his name upon arrival and was immediately ushered into a private room.
There, facing the weathered-looking Old Man Bai, Song Yun thought that Old Man Bai must finally be unable to hold on, ready to capitulate.
As long as the issue of his previous arrest wasn’t resolved, the Bai Family would never have peace.
Not only were the higher-ups watching, but the National Security Bureau had also started to investigate the matter.
Under the watchful eyes of so many, Old Man Bai’s conspiracies couldn’t possibly come into play.
“How do you happen to have free time to join me for tea today?” Song Yun asked with a smile, settling onto the cushion.
“Hehe, knowing you’ve been a bit free lately, I thought I’d discuss some matters with you.
This beautiful girl is your sister, isn’t she?” Old Man Bai complimented.
“Nice, she looks like one blessed with good fortune.”
“You didn’t ask me over just to praise my sister, did you?” Song Yun said, sipping his tea.
“Young man, I heard you were attacked yesterday?” Old Man Bai sat up straight, assuming a serious posture on the cushion.
“Yeah, luckily I’ve done plenty of good deeds, so the gods were looking out for me.
Otherwise, I’d be dead by now,” Song Yun replied with a faint smile.
“Why ask about this?
Don’t tell me you know who attacked me?”
“I don’t know,” Old Man Bai said gravely, shaking his head.
“But it definitely wasn’t the work of the Bai Family.”
Hearing this, Song Yun finally understood Old Man Bai’s intention; he had been summoned today for a clarification.
Song Yun scoffed and said, “I don’t even know who it was.
But I suppose the young master of the Bai Family should be one of my suspects.”
“I know you’re resentful, but the Bai Family truly took no part in this.
Since your last time in custody, we have confined that unworthy descendant to his room for reflection.
His meals are delivered by a designated person, and he hasn’t stepped out since,” Old Man Bai assured with conviction.
Rubbing his temples, Song Yun said helplessly, “If that’s the case, why rush to get me to clear things up?”
“I’m afraid you’ll harbor suspicions.
With the backlash from the last incident, the Bai Family is in a dire state.
One misstep could ruin our ancestors’ legacy.
If you start suspecting us during such a time, the pressure on the Bai Family will only increase.”
“Oh, so that’s what you’re thinking,” Song Yun said leisurely.
“Since that’s the case, the matter of the Bai Family getting me arrested last time hasn’t been settled yet.”
“Hehe, I wanted to make amends with you at the engagement ceremony in Mao Shan, but you vanished.
I waited a long time for you, and later, I had to put the matter on hold,” Old Man Bai said, smiling amiably.
“You should know I’m not so easily appeased,” replied Song Yun, grinning back.
“Of course, what do you think about me disowning Xiao Bai?”
At those words, Song Yun nearly dropped the cup in his hand.
Damn it, disowning your family’s heir—if you wanted to do that, why not earlier?
Why bother consulting me now?
With that move, Old Man Bai’s strategy of retreating to advance was masterful.
If he agreed, rumors would spread that Song Yun had forced the Bai Family heir out, making others wary of him, making it hardly possible to earn money peacefully in the future.
But if he disagreed, then Old Man Bai would certainly say, “If you won’t even agree to this, then what do you want?”
Damn, Song Yun hadn’t expected to be trapped by the words of an old man.