250: Chapter 239 You’re Dead Meat 250: Chapter 239 You’re Dead Meat “Bring her back safely?
You think you can cause trouble here while Little Ying and I are just trying to have a meal?
Song Yun, think about it—since the first time we met, you’ve been constantly at odds with me.
Is there any point to it?
We’ve only met a few times, so why can’t we become friends?” Tian Qi, realizing that things were about to be exposed, began to entertain the idea of winning Song Yun over.
“Ha, the first time was when the Shura Alliance took over your turf, and you backed down.
The second time was at the auction just now; you wanted to start trouble, but it was your bodyguard I ended up beating.” Song Yun shook his head, smiling.
“Both times we’ve met, you’ve been on the losing side.
What makes you think you have the right to be my friend?”
“I come from a prestigious family.
If you want your organization to develop in Sunan City, then you’ll need my help.” After hesitating for a moment, Tian Qi spoke.
“I can persuade my father to give you a little assistance in this regard.”
“Oh, so the price is for me to walk away now and leave behind a woman you’ve got drunk—oh no, drugged?” Song Yun pointed at himself.
“Don’t hesitate, look at me.
Do you think I look like a fool?”
Tian Qi couldn’t quite grasp what Song Yun was getting at and simply shook his head.
Song Yun snickered and said, “If I’m not a fool, then why should I be so sure that you can help me?
Don’t you think Mayor Hao wields much more power than your father, Tian Dongcheng?
Why would I even want to associate with you?”
“What do you need, then?”
“I don’t need anything.
I simply can’t stand your behavior.
Now leave Hao Ying here, and scram.
Go home and wait for Hao Guozhong to trouble your family.
I’m sure your father won’t be able to protect you from this incident,” Song Yun said coldly.
“Ha, what a joke.
My family and the Hao Family have always supported each other.
How could a few words from you manage to split us apart?
And who said I drugged Little Ying?
Who saw it?
Since no one saw it, I can sue you for defamation,” Tian Qi retorted angrily, as if he were in a disadvantaged position.
“Sorry, I have the video,” Song Yun said indifferently, then pushed Tian Qi aside.
“Since you’re already in this state, I’d advise you to find a proper hospital to get checked out.
Forget the old Chinese medicine practitioners and military doctors; they’re useless.”
Whenever Song Yun got close to Tian Qi, he could vaguely smell a hint of herbal medicine on him.
Although the scent was extremely faint, with the abnormal sense of smell his old master had trained him to have, Song Yun could make it out.
Who uses herbal medicine in a proper hospital?
They all use scientific treatments.
Only those old Chinese medicine doctors would use such stuff.
“Fucking asshole.” Seizing the moment Song Yun turned his back, Tian Qi grabbed a bottle of wine from the table and smashed it toward Song Yun’s head.
Song Yun turned and caught the bottle with one hand.
Then with one kick, he sent Tian Qi crashing into the corner.
He violently smashed the bottle against the wall, leaving behind a row of sharp, jagged edges before moving to Tian Qi’s side and saying, “One can live through natural disasters, but one cannot live through self-inflicted ones.”
Then Song Yun plunged the broken bottle fiercely into Tian Qi’s thigh, laughing.
“This is just a little punishment for you.
Who told you to be so ugly?
Now go home and wait for the Hao Family’s retribution.”
Tian Qi lay twitching on the ground, powerless as blood pooled beneath him.
Song Yun lifted the snoozing Hao Ying onto his shoulder.
He then told Tom, who had brought the video tape, to call an ambulance for Tian Qi.
After all, if Tian Qi died here, he would be the prime suspect, and he wasn’t keen on starting a war with the city’s top brass right now.
Tom had already thoroughly investigated everything about Hao Ying’s background, but Song Yun had only chosen her family address and had not looked into her parents or heritage.
Driving Hao Ying toward her home, he found that she lived in a well-known district in Sunan City.
Security guards patrolled the area from time to time.
It was a very tightly controlled place since the residents were all either wealthy or influential.
Any incident inside would certainly drag the property management into the fray.
Arriving at the main gate, the guards unexpectedly wouldn’t let him through.
Song Yun had to ask for Hao Ying’s family’s phone number, then called the residents inside to come out and fetch her.
The security guard pondered for a moment before handing over the phone book to Song Yun, who called Hao Ying’s family.
A woman picked up.
Without any unnecessary words, Song Yun told her Hao Ying was drunk, and he was bringing her home, but the guard wouldn’t let him in.
He planned to leave the matter of Tian Qi drugging her to tell Hao Guozhong himself.
True to the nature of a mayor’s household, soon a bodyguard hurried out and, after verifying his identity with the guards, led Song Yun inside without saying a word, silent as a statue.
Only when entering did Song Yun realize just how large Hao Ying’s home really was, at least a hundred square meters larger than his own courtyard house.
He handed Hao Ying over to the bodyguard and followed inside, hoping that everything would go smoothly.
Just inside, a beautiful woman in pajamas smiled at Song Yun.
“Hello, I’m Hao Ying’s mother, thank you for bringing Little Ying back home.
This child really knows how to worry people, getting drunk in the middle of the night like this.”
“Ha, it was no trouble at all, not a big deal,” Song Yun said modestly.
“As long as Little Ying is okay, that’s what matters.
I just hope she drinks less in the future.”
“Ah, Little Ying is usually such a good girl, what possessed her to drink today?
You’re her friend, you probably know, right?” The beautiful woman frowned, looking at the sleeping Hao Ying.
“She must have had some troubles on her mind.
Auntie, may I ask if Uncle Hao is at home?” Song Yun asked, getting straight to the point.
The beautiful woman was slightly taken aback and instinctively viewed Song Yun as someone trying to use this incident to connect with her family.
“Oh, Hao Ying’s father isn’t home yet.
Would you like to stay and have some tea while you wait?”
“No need, if Uncle isn’t here then I’ll leave.
I’ll visit another day,” Song Yun smiled and was about to leave the house when an old man pried open Hao Ying’s mouth, sniffed, and shouted, “Hey, young man, don’t you go anywhere.
The young lady didn’t drink much today, just one drink at most.
I’ve watched the young lady grow up; I know her tolerance.
If it’s red wine, she could handle half a bottle with no problem.
Are you planning to give us an explanation?”