473: Chapter 462 When Will You Die?
473: Chapter 462 When Will You Die?
“Tom, it’s been such a long time, how have you been recently?” The man came down the escalator and hugged Tom with a laugh.
“I see your belly has grown a lot since before, looks like you’ve enjoyed quite the fortune over here in Huaxia.”
“Boss, the food in Huaxia is the best, after working here for such a long time, I’ve gained weight without even noticing,” Tom patted his belly and chuckled.
“Boss, weren’t you on vacation in Hawaii before?
What brings you to Sunan all of a sudden?”
“I just wanted to see someone, that’s all.” The man lit a cigarette and said, “I heard you have a good relationship with the Wolf King, Song Yun.
Tell me about his recent situation.”
“Sure, let’s talk in the car.” Tom opened the door of the stretched Lincoln and said respectfully as he bowed.
“Li Ya, come up with me as well.” The man waved to Li Ya standing nearby, and she climbed into the car with her face flushed red.
God knows what was going on in that woman’s head.
In the car, Tom narrated to the man the recent events surrounding Song Yun.
After listening, the man’s face changed unpredictably, and the champagne glass he was holding suddenly smashed to the ground.
“Hm, looks like I really don’t have much strength without regular exercise.
Tom, have you had any contact with forces other than Song Yun’s?”
“There have been some contacts, but not many,” Tom said, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief, his boss’s mood was always unpredictable, and no one could guess what he was brewing in his head.
“Have they ever bought intelligence from you?” The man reached for another glass of champagne, fed it to Li Ya, and then had Li Ya feed him mouth to mouth.
“A little,” Tom shivered under the man’s gaze, not knowing why he was so afraid of the boss, but being around the man always made him feel an oppressive pressure, like being targeted by a wild beast of the ocean depths.
“Of course, if you say to stop dealing with them, I’ll follow,” Tom hurriedly added.
“No, why wouldn’t we make money when there’s money to be made,” the man said, his hand fumbling inside Li Ya’s flight attendant uniform.
“But, Tom, if the Wolf King finds out you’re selling his information, he would kill you.”
“I’ll just leave it at that.
Whether you understand the implication is not my business,” the man said indifferently.
“You ought to know that some people can’t be messed with, provoking them is a dead end.”
“Actually, I have some business to attend to here, you must know Gulang’s home, let’s head there first.”
“Gulang is just an insignificant character.
Your noble status surely doesn’t require a personal visit, right?” Tom said, surprised.
“Gulang is now the spokesperson in Sunan for the other four families besides the Song Family.
I’m here to meet him,” the man said nonchalantly.
“The influence of Yanjing’s four families isn’t small when put together, so we could sell intelligence to Gulang, but for the information regarding Song Yun, the price has to be raised.”
“I understand, boss.”
The motorcade drove into a villa complex in the city and came to a stop.
Tom quickly opened the door, and after the man got out, he looked at the villa in front of him and said with a smile, “Li Ya and Tom, you two wait outside for me, I’ll be out in a minute.”
As soon as the man approached the front door, it opened, and Gulang walked out shirtless and laughed, “Earl, welcome.”
The man also smiled and said, “I’ve heard a lot about your bravery, Gulang, you’re indeed remarkable.”
“Have you had dinner?
If not, join us,” invited Gulang.
“A few of my good friends and I are drinking.
If you don’t mind, add a pair of chopsticks.”
“No need, I’ve already eaten on the plane.
I came here today just to meet you, after all, you’re now the spokesperson for Yanjing’s four families,” the Earl said with a light smile.
“Since you’re still dining, I won’t disturb you any further, I’ll take my leave.”
“Then we’ll meet next time,” Gulang shook hands with the Earl and personally saw him to the door.
Upon turning back into the room, several high-ranking members of the Wild Wolf Gang looked at Gulang and asked, “Boss, who was that foreigner?
He seemed so arrogant.”
“They’re arrogant because they’re powerful.
That foreigner is not someone even our superiors want to mess with,” Gulang took a sip of white liquor and said.
“If it wasn’t for Yanjing’s four families instructing me to see that foreigner, he wouldn’t have wanted to see me at all.”
“Is he really that powerful?” A man covered in tattoos said, “Looking at his frail appearance, I could knock him down with one punch.”
“Heh, he plays with his mind, a mere thought could finish you off,” Gulang shook his head and gave a wry smile.
Back in the car, the Earl closed his eyes and said, “Take me to Song Yun’s house, it’s only right to visit an old friend after so many years apart.”
The motorcade turned around and headed toward Song Yun’s villa.
Upon reaching the villa entrance, the Earl, with Li Ya beside him, got out of the car and said, “You guys go ahead, if I need you, I’ll call.”
“Please be careful, sir,” Tom nodded and climbed back into the car.
The Earl stood at the door with Li Ya, took a deep breath, and pressed the doorbell.
A woman’s voice came from inside, and using fluent Huaxia, the Earl said, “Hello, ma’am, I’m a friend of Song Yun’s.”
Li Yueyue opened the door, looked at the Earl in surprise, and asked, “I don’t seem to recognize you.”
“It doesn’t matter, as long as Song Yun knows me,” the Earl said with a slight smile.
“Is Song Yun home?”
“He is.
Just wait at the door now.
I’ll go in and ask,” Li Yueyue closed the door after speaking.
Li Ya, looking at the closed door in disbelief, said, “My God, am I seeing things?
That woman actually dared to leave you outside.
She’s completely ignoring your dignity.”
“That’s enough, Li Ya, be quiet,” the Earl said, his expression calm.
“When you meet Song Yun, you’ll understand that my dignity really doesn’t matter.”
After about two or three minutes, Li Yueyue opened the door and peeked out, saying, “You can come in now.”
The Earl smiled at her and walked into the house.
As he entered the living room, he heard Song Yun’s mocking voice, “I heard Yueyue say there was a visitor, wondering who it could be, and it turns out to be you.”
“Song Yun, you’re really hurting my feelings with those words.”
“Stop, drop that topic.
We’re both men here, don’t say things that can be misunderstood,” Song Yun said.
“You’re still as pale as ever.
Looking at your sickly skin, I can’t help but ask, when are you going to die?”