232: Chapter 221: Show Some Sincerity 232: Chapter 221: Show Some Sincerity “Slap!!” Bai Mao never dreamed that his own cousin, the one who had played with him since childhood, would slap him hard across the face without holding back.
The slap hurt his face but stung his heart even more.
With so many strangers in the room, wasn’t this too humiliating?
“Do you know whom you’ve provoked?” Mr.
Xu, gritting his teeth in frustration, shouted at his cousin.
“Ah, Miss Xu, no matter how tough the opponent is, he’s just an insignificant punk; once our families unite, we can definitely crush him,” Fatty’s father said with a laugh.
“Then, after going through my prosecutor’s office for formalities, we’ll have him locked in prison for life.”
“You guys have fun; I’ve got something urgent at home, so I’ll be leaving first.” Mr.
Xu had just stood up when the door was pushed open.
Song Yun, dressed in a military uniform, walked in, followed by a group of soldiers who addressed Mr.
Xu, “Sorry, Brother Shan, but this gentleman is a senior officer from the Sunan Military Region, and we have no authority to interfere with his actions.”
Mr.
Xu, with an embarrassed smile, looked at Song Yun and said, “Brother Yun, why didn’t you say earlier that you owned this horse farm?”
Song Yun glanced over and recognized Mao Shan, who had recently been seeking his advice; no wonder he could casually muster so many soldiers for a private job.
“If I didn’t own this horse farm, were you planning to burn it down?
Is there no law left?” Song Yun slapped the table and roared as everyone silently looked at the deep imprint of his hand on the table.
With a wave of his hand, one of his underlings brought a chair with a backrest and placed it in front of Song Yun.
Song Yun sat down and casually propped his feet on the table, leisurely saying, “Since this has already happened, I might as well handle it formally.
Who was the one who just said they’d send me to prison?
I remember that I’m a Major General.
Even if I were to face trial, it would be a military court.
An offense of this level would have to be tried in the capital, right?
Since when could a local intermediary court sentence me?”
“Are your children precious beings, while others’ children are not?
Bo Lin, come up here and tell us what happened.” Song Yun’s eyes sternly surveyed the silent crowd, who didn’t even dare to meet his gaze.
Bo Lin looked at Li Tang for his opinion.
Li Tang smiled and said, “Just do what Brother Tang tells you.”
Stepping forward, Bo Lin took a deep breath and said, “I came to this horse farm today to find my boyfriend, but as soon as I got here, these four men started harassing me.
They suggested I join them for some fun, and if I refused, they threatened to find someone…
find someone…”
Unable to continue, the implication was clear to all; it was one of those situations.
Song Yun lowered his legs and looking at Bo Lin, smiling, he said, “Who told you this?
Point them out now.”
Bo Lin pointed at Bai Mao, and Mao Shan’s face immediately turned pale.
He knew his cousin was arrogant and brash outside, but in his heart, his cousin was still just a kid incapable of causing any serious trouble.
Today’s events were unexpectedly serious, and he felt like he no longer recognized the cousin he had grown up with.
That Bai Mao, looking at Bo Lin, defensively shouted, “You’re slandering me!
Why would someone like me, who just has to snap my fingers to have women throw themselves at me, bother with an ordinary-looking woman like you?”
“Mao Shan, Mao Shan, is this your cousin?” Song Yun frowned, displeased.
Li Tang also stood up and sneered, “Impressive, isn’t it?
Think I have no one to call on?
Should I find some real bigshots to open your eyes?”
Li Tang’s words rang true.
Although he appeared to be a loner, his master was a prominent figure in Taoism, acquainted with countless significant figures behind the red walls.
Simply pulling one of them out could crush them.
“Slap!!” Mao Shan slapped his cousin again, furious, he shouted at Bai Mao, “Xu Qi, apologize to Brother Li Tang right now.”
Mao Shan knew about Li Tang.
When his family would mention people to be wary of, Song Yun was the top untouchable figure, with Li Tang as the close second.
Not to mention the complex network of the Taoist community Li Tang was involved in, his mastery in the esoteric arts alone was formidable.
While some believe and others don’t, mixing it with charlatans of the Martial World, those with true skills are indeed rare, and Li Tang was certainly one of them.
If Li Tang decided to act ruthlessly, ignoring the backlash of the Heavenly Dao, and set up a Sha Qi Formation for you, your family wouldn’t last a week without disaster.
And if he were cruel enough to disturb your ancestral grave, your descendants would suffer the consequences for generations.
“Why should I apologize?” Bai Mao retorted, feeling unjustly treated in front of his enemies.
Not only did his cousin not defend him, but he had also slapped him twice.
How was he supposed to face others outside now?
“A child shouldn’t be spoiled,” Song Yun sighed.
“The saying that boys should be raised strictly and girls more leniently isn’t without reason.
We should still enforce stricter discipline.” After all, it wasn’t like he could eliminate the kid.
Song Yun waved his hand and said, “Considering your presence, I’ll let this incident slide.
You can leave now.”
“Thank you, Brother Yun, thank you, Brother Tang.
When I’m free later, I’ll personally set up a table to make up for this,” Mao Shan said, pulling Bai Mao and hurriedly leaving.
What else could the others do but follow?
But before they could even stand up, Song Yun had his underlings surround them.
He coldly said, “I said they could go, but I didn’t say you could.”
“Don’t push us too far.
Do you really intend to illegally detain us?” Fatty’s father said coldly.
“So, you’re the presiding judge of that court, huh?
Impressive.
So you were planning to lock me up.” Song Yun stood up, walked over, and looked down at him, smiling, “How bold of you to think you are above the law.
Your son just cited the law to me a moment ago, didn’t he?
And yet, you don’t follow it at all.”
“You’re also an upper-class man; I don’t need to explain the workings to you.
But I’ll say this: let us go, and I owe you a favor,” Fatty’s father said earnestly.
“You know, there are many out there who’d like to owe me a favor, but frankly, I’m not interested.
Don’t you have something more substantial to offer?”