281: Chapter 270 Exchange Hostages 281: Chapter 270 Exchange Hostages Because the suburbs were far from the city center, there were no houses or entertainment venues.
Instead, the area had been transformed into warehouses or junkyards.
Song Yun had Black Flood Dragon and Meng Ku conceal themselves while he and Xiao Qing began looking for the Kaiyuan Warehouse.
After searching for about two to three minutes, they finally found it.
A light flickered on and off at the entrance of Kaiyuan Warehouse, adding a creepy aura to the otherwise empty surroundings.
Just as Song Yun was about to approach, the door of the warehouse opened, and a man in a warrior outfit emerged.
The man had an unremarkable appearance, with no distinguishing features on his face—exactly the type that you could never pick out from a crowd.
But it was precisely such individuals that both government and private organizations favored to cultivate.
Their faces seemed to have a built-in erasure feature, letting anyone quickly forget them.
But of course, who would bother remembering a stranger’s face?
“What a warm welcome for Mr.
Song and Miss Xiao.
I’m so sorry to have troubled the two of you to come here in the middle of the night,” the man said, his eyes constantly shifting on Xiao Qing with a mysterious expression.
“You’re not the one who called me, who are you?” Song Yun asked with a narrowed gaze and a cold tone.
“Of course, I’m not the noble who called you.
I’m merely an interpreter between you,” said the man.
“Knowing Mr.
Song’s martial arts prowess, none of us would face you head-on in a fight, so they sent me, a lackey, to receive you.”
“Where’s the woman you kidnapped?” Song Yun asked, scrutinizing the somewhat oppressive surroundings.
The silence of the night was so deep that even the distant cries of a few insects were clearly audible.
“Rest assured, Mr.
Song.
We will hand over your friend as agreed.
Miss Shishi has been well taken care of by us and is still asleep, unaware of any external affairs,” the man said, eyeing Shen Mixuan.
“Miss Xiao is truly a beauty, no wonder that noble has always desired you.”
“Cut the crap.
I’m not here to listen to your compliments about women,” Song Yun sneered.
“Your boss is a real coward, isn’t he?
I thought you RB people prized the Bushido spirit the most.
It seems that it’s not much after all.
Such a person would have been torn to pieces in ancient times.”
“Hehe, say what you will, but we won the war, didn’t we?
All you’re doing is complaining,” the man said with a smug smile.
“Shall we go inside now?”
“No need.
I think it’s quite nice outside.
Let’s swap the hostage here,” Song Yun stated indifferently.
“Wait, wait just a minute, are you really willing to exchange Miss Xiao Qing for Miss Shishi?
You know your relationship with her is also very good,” the man said with disbelief, pressing for confirmation.
It seemed like the backup plan he had prepared was unnecessary since Song Yun was too cooperative, making him uncomfortable.
“Yes, Xiao Qing is just my neighbor, while Li Shishi could possibly be my future wife.
I believe I can clearly distinguish who is more important,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“So stop the nonsense, let’s quickly swap the hostage.
I’m eager to go home and comfort my wife.”
“Song Yun, I really despise you.
You actually abandoned me like this?
Are you the man I once knew?” Xiao Qing exclaimed with feigned anger, kicking Song Yun repeatedly.
“I can’t help it; I’m the kind of person who goes with the flow.
Deep down, I’m just an ordinary man,” Song Yun said, shrugging his shoulders.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Qing pounced on him, her delicate hands reaching for Song Yun’s face.
Dammit, what was this girl doing?
They were supposed to be acting, yet she was taking it too seriously.
The man beside them remained unmoved, patiently watching Song Yun and Xiao Qing’s performance.
Once both of them had calmed down, the man said, “I’m sorry, Mr.
Song.
I don’t have the authority to exchange hostages at the doorway, so let’s go inside the warehouse.”
On the way there, Song Yun had already discussed the plan with everyone.
Xiao Qing was responsible for making a scene, the more outrageous, the better, ideally making the enemy bring Li Shishi out for the exchange.
Meng Ku was tasked with carrying a Remington, finding a vantage point, and delivering a heavy blow through the rifle scope’s night vision feature.
Black Flood Dragon’s job was to guard the surroundings and provide timely assistance, delivering a quick strike to anyone attempting to escape, and if he heard Song Yun’s secret code, he would rush in and disrupt the battle, aiding the women’s escape.
But upon arrival, they discovered that none of their plans were of any use.
No matter how much Xiao Qing resisted, the man would only repeat that he didn’t have the authority.
Looking around, there were no low hills or vantage points for Meng Ku, and Black Flood Dragon’s whereabouts were unknown.
Based on Black Flood Dragon’s movement technique, even at night, Song Yun would be unable to detect him without full concentration, so he was confident in that aspect.
“I’m not going in, not at all.
If you don’t make the exchange, I’m leaving,” Xiao Qing said, turning around to leave in a huff.
“Please wait,” the man said, taking out a wireless communicator and speaking a few words in Japanese.
Then he turned with a grin.
“The noble agrees to make the exchange here.”
Yet when he spoke these words, his tone was filled with disdain.
He began to see Song Yun as a complete waste, nowhere near as formidable as the rumors suggested.
Heh, with this deal, he’d earn at least 500,000 for himself, enough money to live a life of pleasure for a while.
And Xiao Qing was genuinely attractive, he just wondered if, after the boss was done with her, he might…
Heh, heh, heh.
“Now, I want to see Li Shishi in person,” Song Yun demanded with a grave voice.
The man turned and clapped twice towards the warehouse, which prompted the doors to open, and a group of people came out.
Among them was a girl with long hair over her shoulders, head hanging low, making it impossible for Song Yun to see her face.
“What’s wrong with her?” Song Yun narrowed his eyes and asked.
“Didn’t I tell you?
Miss Shishi is in a sweet dream,” the man said with a tilted head and a smile.
“But rest assured, the sedative is non-toxic and won’t cause any side effects to the human body.”
“Give her something to wake her up from the sedative right now,” Song Yun said, his brow furrowed.
“Sure, sure, sure,” the man snapped his fingers, and then someone applied a white towel to Li Shishi’s face.
It didn’t take long for Li Shishi to show signs of awakening.