320: Chapter 309: The Blood Light Disaster 320: Chapter 309: The Blood Light Disaster Song Yun wasn’t about to let him off that easily.
Grabbing the sleeve of the master’s robe, he sneered, “Master, you’re really putting me in a tough spot here.
Though Su Shan can come to you anytime, whether she can return in one piece is another matter altogether.
Today, with all this talk of Yellow Springs and little ghosts, you definitely owe us an explanation.”
“Baseless accusations!” The master tried to tug his sleeve free, noticing that Song Yun’s grip was surprisingly strong.
“You bunch of savages, especially your brother.
What kind of person is he?
He belongs in the eighteenth level of Hell.”
“What did you just say?” Xiao Hei, who wasn’t even part of the conversation, took offense.
I’m the one who’s been looking after Black Flood Dragon, waiting on him hand and foot, treating him like a lord, and now I’m nothing to you?
“Apologize.” Xiao Hei demanded.
“Why should I?” The master dismissed Xiao Hei without a second glance.
It’s just a woman.
How capable can she be?
“I said, apologize.” Xiao Hei repeated, her expression darkening.
“…”
Before the master could respond, Xiao Hei lunged forward in a swift move, grabbed the scarce hairs on his head, and slammed him hard against the wall, chanting, “Apologize, apologize, apologize.”
“Damn, your wife is fierce,” said Song Yun, wide-eyed and speechless.
“Alright, Xiao Hei, we don’t want a death on our hands,” Black Flood Dragon spoke up.
He felt a warm sense of gratitude that Xiao Hei was so protective of him, but for some reason, he always felt a bit of resistance toward her.
Xiao Hei tossed the master aside like a ragdoll and pulled out a piece of paper to wipe her hands, saying, “Don’t let me see you again.”
“Master, did you predict that you would encounter a bloody disaster today?” Song Yun squatted in front of the master and chuckled.
“A person should only bite off as much as they can chew.
Don’t choke on your own ambition one day.”
Struggling to his feet and ignoring the blood on his head, the master straightened his Daoist robe and scoffed, “Foolish humans, do you really think you can injure me with a few blows?
My spirit is indestructible and my body immortal.
You’ve only harmed my mortal flesh.
Wait until I return and set up an altar; I’ll deal with you properly then.”
No sooner had the master spoken than he rolled his eyes back and collapsed, twitching, onto the cold floor.
Seeing this, Song Yun waved his hand and two security guards came in to haul the master out and toss him outside.
“So this is the great master you spoke of?
Doesn’t seem so impressive after all,” Song Yun commented, sipping his drink with a smile.
“I did it all for the bar, and you still make fun of me,” Su Shan said with faux ferocity.
“What brought you here today if you had nothing better to do?”
“I’m here to let you know that you’ve been promoted.
You’re being transferred from this establishment to a security company.
Do you think you can handle it?” Song Yun asked seriously.
The security company was run by the gang, and the gang members would work as security guards when they had nothing else to do, earning a little salary every month.
“A security company?” Su Shan pondered for a moment before asking, “How big is it?”
“About four or five hundred people,” Song Yun estimated.
“This security company is entirely on its own; headquarters won’t give you a cent of financial help from Money Gang.
But if your revenue is enough to sustain the company’s development, and there’s a surplus, you can take a thirty percent share of the profits.”
Judging by your expression, I can tell this security company is in trouble.
Or else you wouldn’t put so much at stake,” Su Shan remarked.
“Alright, I accept.
But headquarters must provide support in terms of connections, because without social networks, a security company has no prospects for development.”
“No problem.”
“I’ve agreed to solve this problem for you; aren’t you going to invite me to dinner?” Susan asked with a blooming smile.
“Eat, eat, eat, let’s go for hotpot,” Wu Xin had called Song Yun many times, complaining that Song Yun wasn’t being a good friend.
She had already invited him to her restaurant, but he had always found excuses to decline.
So, Song Yun decided to bring Black Flood Dragon and the others along for a good gathering today.
The party of four arrived at Wu Xin’s hotpot restaurant, and Wu Xin personally came over to join them.
Even though it was a busy dinner hour, she didn’t plan on leaving; instead, she sat chatting with Susan and Xiao Hei.
As the hotpot was served, the enticing aroma filled the air, and Susan said, “Sister Wu, this hotpot must be delicious.
I’m already drooling without having even tasted it.”
“Eat as much as you like later,” Wu Xin replied, ordering several dishes and urging the server to hurry up, then she began explaining to the group when to add various meats for the best flavor.
Just as Song Yun and his friends were about to dig in, a sharp noise came from the door, followed by a burst of cursing.
Wu Xin frowned and said, “You guys go ahead and eat, I’ll go see what happened.”
How could Song Yun let her handle it alone?
Since he was there, he might as well join her.
Stepping out of the private room, he saw a man standing in the hall, with hotpot broth scattered under the table.
“What the fuck is this shit?
Am I here to eat hotpot or flies?
Look at this, there’s a fly in my hotpot,” the man cursed, pointing to the insect in the dish.
“I’m so sorry, this was our mistake.
We’ll change it right away and give you a 20% discount on your table today,” the server offered apologetically.
“Today’s incident is indeed our fault, we’ll get you a new pot right away.”
“What kind of crap is this?
I don’t know how a restaurant like this stays in business.
Bad luck,” the man grumbled, sitting back down.
Everything seemed to be resolved, but just after they returned to the private room, before the meat in the hotpot was even cooked, more commotion came from outside.
The same table, the same scene; the man pointed at the fly on the table, obviously upset, “Is your hotpot restaurant a fly nest?
Every pot comes with a fly in it – your hygiene standards are definitely not up to par.”
It was peak dining time, and many customers who overheard the man’s words began to leave while the patrons who were already eating looked decidedly uncomfortable.
“I really don’t know how your restaurant has stayed open this long.
Today, you must give me an explanation.”
“Sister Wu, you’re here.
This gentleman keeps saying that our restaurant’s hotpot has flies in it, but we can’t even find a single fly in the kitchen or the dining area,” the server said, looking distressed.
“Go ahead with your work, I’ll handle this,” Wu Xin said before turning to the pompous man and asking, “May I ask, sir, how did you find the fly in our hotpot?”
“Do you even need to ask?
It was floating right there in the pot for all to see.
Who are you trying to fool?” the man said indignantly.
“I think the hygiene in your restaurant is completely subpar.
It’s only a matter of time before you get shut down.”