275: Chapter 264: Be Serious 275: Chapter 264: Be Serious “You’re skilled, I have to admit that, but have you not realized that even a skilled person can’t act all high and mighty here?” The man held a gun in his hand, pointing it at Song Yun as he chuckled.
“Don’t try any funny business, kid.
You’ve hurt my men; you’re not getting out of here in one piece today.”
“Sigh, how can you guys just casually whip out guns?
Don’t you know they should be concealed?” Song Yun said with a chuckle, not showing the slightest sign of fear.
“Fuck off, who are you to tell me how to handle my business?
Do you want to test if the bullet is faster or your body is?” The man pressed the gun against Song Yun’s chest and cursed.
“Of course the bullet is faster, I’m not stupid,” Song Yun said irritably.
“So why are you still acting tough here?
Tell me, what should we do about you hurting my men?” The man wanted to kick Song Yun, but thinking of Song Yun’s martial skills, he forcefully suppressed the urge.
“I’m not acting tough.
Whose turf is this?
Don’t tell me the person who can run an underground casino doesn’t have any backing?” Song Yun sneered.
“Who says I don’t have backing?
The boss of Mingjin Gang is my big brother,” the man said proudly.
“You may be a small fry who’s not heard of Mingjin Gang, but all you need to know is we’re badass.
You’ve got good moves, why not become one of my underlings?
I’ll pay you a salary of five thousand yuan a month.”
“Five thousand yuan a month, huh?
That’s indeed not bad.
A white-collar worker only makes about four or five thousand a month, and here I can just move my hands,” Song Yun pretended to be tempted.
“Song Yun, you can’t join such a disreputable organization, it’ll ruin your entire life,” Wu Xin cried out anxiously.
“When men are talking, women shouldn’t fucking interrupt,” the man retorted, swinging his backhand toward Wu Xin, but before the slap could reach her face, he found his hand was gripped by a force as strong as a tiger’s vise.
Turning his head to Song Yun’s innocent expression, he barked, “Since you’ve become one of my boys, you should behave.
Your boss is disciplining someone, and you’re helping an outsider?”
“I just don’t like it when someone hits a woman in front of me,” Song Yun said with determination.
“Especially scum like you.
Who said I’d join your pathetic little gang?
I’m a pillar of the nation, a star of the future, a blossoming flower.
Joining your organization would be plain stupid.”
“You motherf…” The man’s insult was cut short as he felt a sudden pain in the hand holding the gun, followed by a loss of sensation, which, to his seasoned mind, suggested that his hand must be broken.
“Quit the dirty talk, it pollutes my ears,” Song Yun said, picking up the gun from the ground and pointing it at the man with a smile.
“Gun in hand, I rule the world.
How do you want to die?”
“Song Yun, you can’t kill him.
It’s touching that you’d do all this for me today, but these are desperados.
Angering them will lead to no good,” Wu Xin rushed over and clung tightly to Song Yun.
Song Yun reveled in the sensation of Wu Xin’s tender body against him, his imagination taking flight.
From the moment he first laid eyes on her in her uniform, he had thoroughly gauged her figure, but feeling it firsthand, he realized she was much more voluptuous than he had imagined.
“Alright, alright, I’ll listen to you and not kill him,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“But some punishment is still necessary, or others will think you’re easy to bully.”
“But they’re thugs,” Wu Xin squealed.
“It’s precisely because they’re thugs that they need to be frightened.
In this world, only the strongest fists prevail.
If you show any weakness, they’ll bully you for life,” Song Yun declared with conviction.
After helping the somewhat shaky Wu Xin to the couch, he then pulled out a foldable knife from his pocket.
The man watched in horror as Song Yun approached and yelled, “Don’t come any closer!
If you do anything to me, my big brother won’t let you off!”
“It’s no big deal, just a quick thing, it won’t hurt a bit,” Song Yun said as he pressed what was left of the man’s sensate hand on the table.
“How many fingers do you want to lose?”
“I don’t want to lose any,” the man cried out with a whimper.
“Big brother, please spare me!
I’ll do anything to repay you.”
“I don’t care about your repayment, but if I don’t teach you a lesson today, you’re likely to come back for revenge,” Song Yun said with a mischievous grin.
“You’ve got three seconds to think: how many fingers do you want to lose?”
“One…
just one,” the man stammered.
“Which one?”
“This…
this one,” the man lifted his little finger.
“Are you sure?” Song Yun asked as he lit a cigarette for him with a smile.
“Not changing your mind?”
“No changes.”
“Crack!”
Song Yun chopped off the man’s little finger and ring finger in one swift move, then, touching his own head with an embarrassed smile, said, “My apologies, I accidentally cut the wrong one.
Shall we start over?”
“No…
no need.
It’s not your mistake; it’s mine for placing two fingers together,” the man just wanted Song Yun to leave quickly.
This guy was a real killing god; he had never seen someone so cheerful cutting off another person’s fingers.
That was terrifying.
“But if I leave you here alone, you’ll bleed out in no time,” Song Yun sighed, walking towards the shrine of Lord Guan.
“Lord Guan, I apologize for disturbing you today, but it’s an emergency.
You’re magnanimous and won’t mind a few sticks of incense less, so I’ll borrow some to save a life.
If your spirit is watching over us, stay silent to show your approval.”
Song Yun waited a moment, taking Lord Guan’s silence as assent.
He took some incense from the shrine and lit it, then said with a smile, “Today you get to use Lord Guan’s offerings to stop the bleeding, that’s your good fortune.”
“Just leave, I promise I won’t die,” the man was almost crying.
This kid wasn’t planning another cruel trick, was he?
“Cut the nonsense, this is about saving a life, take it seriously,” Song Yun said earnestly.
“Why are you laughing, Madam?
I’m being totally serious here.”
“Sorry, go on,” Wu Xin giggled behind her hand, finding Song Yun adorable.
Not only had he settled the matter, but he also managed to make the leader of a small gang display a constipated expression.
Such cuteness.