276: Chapter 265 Call Me Sister Xin 276: Chapter 265 Call Me Sister Xin After the man’s heart-wrenching screams, Song Yun, satisfied, released the lit incense from his severed finger.
Then he grabbed a handful of ashes from the nearby censer and sprinkled it on the man’s hand, saying, “This time it’s a lesson for you.
If next time you mess with my people, it won’t be this simple.”
“Yes,” the man said weakly.
Even though he wanted to curse at Song Yun, he couldn’t even open his mouth.
He was too tired, and he felt completely weak.
“Let’s go.
This place is too chaotic.” Song Yun casually pocketed the gun he had picked up.
Regulation was strict, and even though there were underground channels to smuggle them in, why bother buying when there were already some here?
Those black-market dealers were utterly unscrupulous.
“Wait.” Wu Xin hesitated, then coldly untied Old Man Wu’s rope and said, “You go your way, and I’ll go mine.
From now on, let’s pretend we don’t know each other.”
Old Man Wu opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, only a sigh reached his ears.
This incident was too humiliating; revealing it would absolutely lead to scathing criticism.
Watching Old Man Wu hobble away from the gambling den, Wu Xin felt immensely emotional.
If Song Yun hadn’t arrived in time, she couldn’t believe what would have happened to her today.
At best, she might have been passed around by those men, but the worst fear was them controlling her, making her wish she were dead.
“Thank you.” Wu Xin looked at Song Yun earnestly.
“If it weren’t for you, my only choice would have been suicide.”
“I just happened to come across you.
I really didn’t expect to play the hero saving the beauty again,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“Where are you headed now?
I’ll take you there.”
“I’ll go to the hot pot restaurant.
I plan to stay there for now,” Wu Xin said.
Thus, Song Yun drove Wu Xin to the hot pot restaurant.
Before getting out of the car, her face flushed with embarrassment, she said, “You’ve saved me twice now, thank you.
And, you can call me Sister Wu or Sister Xin privately.”
“Hehe, I think ‘Boss Lady’ rolls off the tongue better.
Don’t feel guilty about it; at worst, I’ll just bring people to eat at your restaurant a couple of times.”
“But I still want to say that some things can be forgiven, but some cannot.
As a person, one must have principles.
If you just drift along with the tide, sooner or later you’ll drown,” Song Yun said earnestly.
When he found out that the person who betrayed Wu Xin was his own adoptive father, he thought the world had gone mad.
“I know what you’re trying to say.
I have my own understanding.
I won’t go over to his side.
We’ve already severed our father-daughter relationship,” Wu Xin said solemnly.
“Good, that puts my mind at ease,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“Alright, remember to come eat at my place, I’ll treat you well.
Don’t stand me up,” Wu Xin said as she got out of the car, waving her little fists domineeringly.
Song Yun smiled and stayed silent, driving to the Shura Alliance headquarters.
Upon arriving, he asked Zhao Yan, “How is your relationship with the Mingjin Gang leader?”
“So-so, I guess.
We haven’t interacted much.
Why?” Zhao Yan asked, puzzled.
“I smashed one of his joints and chopped off two of his underling’s fingers,” Song Yun said nonchalantly as he lay on the couch.
“What would he typically do in response?”
“Why should we worry about their temper?” Zhao Yan said mysterly.
“To put it nicely, they are a medium-sized organization; to put it harshly, that’s all there is to them.
Whether by hook or by crook, we could crush them anytime, but right now we just need to lie low and quickly absorb those industries.
If he dares to start something, we’ll destroy him.”
“Haha, when did your temper become so fiery?
Since we are lying low, we should appear to be so, to prevent rumors that we are competing with others,” Song Yun said.
“How’s the absorption of Gulang’s market share going now?”
“It’s almost done.
They didn’t leave anyone behind, all have pulled out,” Zhao Yan reported.
“Our forces have also begun to gradually stabilize in Tian Nan City.
I just don’t know when we will start taking over the markets on a large scale.”
“It’s still early.
Help me call that Mingjin boss and tell him I want to invite him to lunch,” Song Yun changed to a more comfortable position, planning to take a little nap first.
Pan Jun was nearly furious by now, his own underground gambling den had been smashed, and the perpetrator was one of his own people?
Was this a joke?
One man had overturned more than ten of his own, even chopping off his capable underling’s fingers—did they think supermen really existed in this world?
Just as he was agitated, his phone rang.
Suppressing the anger in his chest, he answered, “I wonder what brings Mr.
Zhao to call me this early?”
“Today at noon, our Brother Song plans to treat you to a meal.
Will you come?” Zhao Yan got straight to the point.
“Brother Song?
You mean your boss?” Pan Jun asked in surprise.
“What time at noon, and where?
I’ll definitely come.”
“Twelve-thirty at Chang Family Restaurant.” After Zhao Yan hung up, Pan Jun had no complaints.
Everyone knew they were edging into high society; he was just a rural player compared to them.
As long as they had enough time, they were like hidden dragons who would soar when the opportunity arose.
Cozying up to them now might be advantageous—perhaps this Brother Song was the very person who had thwarted Sunan’s plans.
Anyone who could thrive amidst turmoil, Pan Jun considered them extremely capable.
At noon, Song Yun drove Zhao Yan and Li Tang toward Chang Family Restaurant.
Upon arrival, they found Pan Jun waiting at the entrance.
Even though autumn had arrived, the weather was still quite hot, and Pan Jun sweated profusely as he waited—he didn’t dare to enter first.
What if this Brother Song turned out to be a tough customer?
Just then, Pan Jun saw Zhao Yan and his party arriving.
He quickly slapped his cheeks a couple of times and, smiling, walked over, saying, “Mr.
Zhao, this isn’t right today.
How can we let Brother Song treat us?
No more words, today I, Pan, will host, and no one is to fight me for this.”
After saying this, he turned to Song Yun and his group, and with a glance asked in confusion, “Why don’t I see Brother Song?
Could it be that Brother Song has another appointment this noon?”