238: Chapter 227: Supporting the Scene 238: Chapter 227: Supporting the Scene Song Yun had cursed Mao Shan, that little bastard, countless times in his heart, but when he clenched his fist and felt his strength growing at such a rapid pace, he wondered whether to drink the second bottle or not.
It was a big question.
The first bottle had nearly caused his meridians to explode, so if the second bottle was anything like the first, Song Yun felt tempted to hack Mao Shan to death with a knife.
After pondering for a moment, Song Yun still drank the second bottle.
After all, the feeling of such immense strength was simply too wonderful.
Just one bottle made him feel his strength had multiplied.
He hoped the second bottle wouldn’t disappoint.
Sliding down into his stomach, the second bottle didn’t seem to produce any effect.
Song Yun felt neither a swelling head nor increased strength.
What’s going on?
Could he have developed an immunity to the potion’s effects?
Having waited for about half an hour and still no effect, Song Yun decisively dialed Mao Shan’s number.
On the other end of the line, Mao Shan was panting heavily, with the occasional woman’s voice creeping through, letting Song Yun know he was interrupting something intimate.
“Brother Yun, what’s up?” Mao Shan asked, breathing heavily.
“Bro, I know you’re vigorous as a dragon and fierce as a tiger, but it’s broad daylight, so keep it down a bit, will you?
I didn’t call for any other reason but to ask about those two potions you gave me,” Song Yun said with a laugh.
“Oh right, I just gave you the potions without telling you how potent they are.
Brother Yun, the first potion is extremely potent, and if you don’t release that energy, it could be quite dangerous.
The second bottle is meant to consolidate your realm.
Although there might not be any noticeable effects after drinking it, the benefits will gradually manifest over time,” Mao Shan explained.
“Got it, I’ve already finished it,” Song Yun said with a dry laugh.
“Since there’s nothing else, you go back to your…
business.”
“Hold on, don’t hang up yet, Brother Yun.
I have an invitation to an auction happening tonight at half-past eight.
Do you want to join me?”
“An auction?
I’m not interested in that,” Song Yun shook his head.
“You might not be interested, but that doesn’t mean the ladies won’t be.
I heard there’s a lot of stuff women like there.
If you’re going, let’s meet up at Panlong Auction House at half-past eight,” Mao Shan said and then hung up.
He was visibly restless by the end of the conversation, having moved around quite a bit.
“All right, everyone disperse.
Go back to your own turf and practice,” Song Yun waved his hand, and the group of younger brothers scattered, all showing deep respect for him.
No kidding, the commander of two gates was taken down in a fight, and Brother Song remained as unfazed as a light breeze—now that’s a true master.
Back in the office, Song Yun looked at Meng Ku, who was limping, and Black Flood Dragon, panting, and laughed, “Thanks for the hard work, guys.
If it weren’t for your help in buying me some time, I’d probably have exploded and died by now.”
“Your strength was just too great.
I used all my strength in defense and still couldn’t withstand it,” said Meng Ku, disheartened.
This hit him hard.
He thought he could keep up with Song Yun’s pace, but today he realized just how far behind he really was.
“Hehe, I’ll make sure to prepare such potions for the higher-ups of Shura Alliance in the future,” Song Yun said teasingly.
“Heard any explosive news lately?”
“Explosive news?” Zhao Yan thought for a while but couldn’t come up with anything.
“Lately, the only big news was about Dong Linze and Totem; other than that, I’m not sure.”
“I’ve got some news,” chuckled Xiao Wang.
“Do you know Tian Dongcheng, the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee?”
“Yeah, I know him.
He’s not a small figure, and he’s got connections.
He’s looking to climb the ranks,” Zhao Yan nodded.
“Is he going down?”
“More explosive than that.
That bastard is just a leech sucking the common people dry.
It seems divine retribution has finally come.
Tian Dongcheng’s son, Tian Qi, is an utter waste of space, and I heard through the grapevine that the kid contracted an illness while out playing around recently.
They say Tian Dongcheng is so troubled that he’s lost all interest in advancing his career,” said Xiao Wang mysteriously.
“No way?” exclaimed Song Yun.
“With his family’s wealth and power, the kid wouldn’t have to go looking for fifty-yuan hookers at train stations, right?
How could he get sick?”
“The lady he was involved with is pretty experienced.
Who knows, maybe she felt something uncomfortable down there after entertaining a man the day before, and right when she was planning to get a checkup, the madam sent her to play with Tian Qi.
Of course, he got sick,” Xiao Wang said with a lewd grin.
“Nowadays, young folks chase thrills without protection; who knows which of those women are diseased,” lamented Song Yun.
Frankly, he was quite happy to see those rich kids being idle and unruly, out all day walking dogs and flirting, speeding and womanizing, and catching diseases.
That way, he could enjoy some peace.
At least, if he had a conflict with someone, no little bastard would jump out and boast about who their daddy is.
Since he was there anyway, Song Yun decided to be more approachable, which only led to him spending the whole day at the base.
He not only imparted knowledge to the four gates but also took care of the low-ranking members.
This left Song Yun with an aching back and cramping legs, but the worshipful looks in his underlings’ eyes gave him the energy to continue boasting about his overseas experiences.
It was evening when he left the base.
After telling the three women at home about the auction, they happily agreed to go.
After resting a bit post-dinner and as eight o’clock approached, the four of them drove to Panlong Auction House.
Mao Shan was already there waiting.
Upon seeing Song Yun, he came up for a bear hug and laughed, “Brother Yun, how do you feel after taking those two potions?”
“Strength and speed have increased quite a bit,” Song Yun replied.
“What made you think of joining in on this excitement?”
“This auction house is run by a cousin of mine.
They said there’s going to be some good stuff today, so I’m just here to show support,” Mao Shan said, scratching his head with embarrassment.
“About yesterday, I really didn’t mean for it to go sour.
I had no idea that guy would be such a jerk.”
“Come on, no need for apologies among brothers,” Song Yun said, punching him lightly in the chest with a smile.