??111: Chapter 110 Sounding Out
111: Chapter 110 Sounding Out
When he encountered a red light, Song Yun always stopped slowly, and he never rushed during the last few seconds of a green light.
It was a habit he had developed over the years because you really can’t predict what might happen during those few seconds when you’re running a green light.
Song Yun gradually brought his car to a stop behind the crosswalk, and although people behind him kept honking, Song Yun ignored them.
His car was a Lamborghini after all, why would he care about a bunch of dostic Nissans bugging at him from behind?
Didn’t they know the basic rule of stopping at red and going at green lights?
Couldn’t they give way to people crossing the crosswalk?
The light changed, but there was still an elderly couple who hadn’t managed to cross in ti.
Song Yun simply didn’t start the car, being the courteous person he was, but the group behind him didn’t seem to agree and honked incessantly in a deafening chorus.
Song Yun remained indifferent and only started the car after the elderly couple had crossed.
Just as Song Yun’s car started moving, many vehicles from behind began to overtake him.
Suddenly, a modified yellow sports car overtook Song Yun from behind.
Hearing the sound, Song Yun knew right away that the modification on the car was poor.
If he got his hands on it, he could double the performance of this yellow beast.
Though the little RB car was light and easy to modify, when you muffle the engine noise and spray paint the whole car in bright, garish colors, then hang a spoiler on the back, it really says a lot about the shallow taste of the car’s owner.
The yellow sports car kept honking at Song Yun.
Rolling down his window, Song Yun saw two won in the car—an extrely flashy dressed one and another modest-looking lady.
Song Yun raised an eyebrow at the two beauties and kept silent.
The flamboyantly dressed woman lit a cigarette, expelled a puff of smoke, and shouted, “Hey, old man, nice car.”
“It’s alright,” Song Yun responded, stopping his car at a red light ahead.
“How about a race?
$1,000 a round, you up for it?” The flamboyant woman’s tone was cheeky, her face wearing an expression that seed to say if you don’t race with , you’re not a real man.
The modest-looking woman, visibly frightened, grabbed her hand and pleaded softly, “Ai Ai, can we not race today?
Last ti in your car I threw up all day.”
“It’s okay, I’ll be very careful this ti,” the woman called Ai Ai replied, eyebrow raised as she shouted, “Hey, old man, you in?”
“No thanks, my life is far too precious to waste on things like this,” Song Yun replied, lighting a cigarette.
“By the way, you must be barely legal, right?
Let
give you so advice—don’t race others all the ti, you might end up dead on the street.”
“Do I, Ai Ai, need your schooling?” the woman exclaid.
“$50,000 on one race, if I lose, I’ll warm your bed, you lose, you give
$10,000.
Dare to play?”
“Warm the bed?” Song Yun quite liked the added condition, but was this woman really staking $50,000, needing to dress flashy but lacking in figure, to find soone?
Seeing Song Yun eying her with amusent, the woman glared at him and snapped, “Well, are you in or not?
Speak up; what does your silence an?”
“$50,000 is still too pricey for ,” Song Yun crooned with a devilish smile, his gaze still scanning the woman.
“If you go crazy because you saw my robust physique and handso face, I’m not opposed to satisfying your physical and ntal needs.”
“Creepy old man,” she retorted, flipping him the bird as the light turned green and her car sped off towards the horizon.
RB Beihai, a hot springs resort.
The air was full of the scent of essential oils and aromatherapy, lodic cascading water mingled with soothing music, beyond the window lay the most pristine natural beauty, the magic touch of gentle fingertips leading you into a long-lost dream.
Amid the gentle flowing water, a girl as beautiful as an elf goddess rested.
The red wooden door was pushed open, and a woman dressed in a floral kimono with a fan tucked into her belt walked in.
“Miss, the massage staff is ready,” the woman said, bowing slightly, revealing from her open neckline a bold, full chest that was captivating, especially since, shockingly, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Floating in the hot springs, the Elf Goddess stretched her body, revealing stunningly long legs that could make one’s tongue roll out, resting them on faux stones in the water, and asked, “Any recent news about him?”
“Lately, that young man has been very active in Sunan City, and he’s been quite the ladies’ man,” the woman replied, fetching so docunts from outside and handing them over.
The Elf Goddess, with arms as delicate as white jade, slowly flipped through the files, a hint of a smile on her lips, “You still love to play around, don’t you, Qian Xun?
Do you think I’m beautiful?”
The woman known as Qian Xun swallowed hard, her charming smile spreading, “Miss, you are indeed the most beautiful woman in the world, incomparable to anyone else.”
“Then why won’t he accept ?” the Goddess lanted with a cute frown, then walked ashore allowing Qian Xun to drape a bathrobe over her.
“Miss, shall we head to the sauna first, or would you prefer a massage?” Qian Xun asked with her head bowed.
“Let’s go for the massage first.” The two proceeded to the massage room, where a patient female masseuse, her hands full of fresh lavender-scented oil, greeted them, “This is a new lavender scent, would you like to try?”
“No, he likes begonia flowers,” the Goddess replied as she lay on the bed, continuing to peruse the docunts face up.
If Song Yun were here, he would be so shocked he’d chop off his own ‘little brother’ and make a drink out of it.
Although there wasn’t much detail in the docunts about the Goddess, they did include everything that had happened to Song Yun since his return to the country, each page containing a photo of him—so taken while he was driving, others during battles, and many more of him daydreaming.
Na: Song Yun
Age: 24
Height: 183 cm
Weight: 75 kg
Occupation: Assassin, rcenary
Education: Graduated from Hunter Academy
Ethnicity: Han
Moral Fiber: None
Personality: Sleazy, loves big-chested lolitas and mature won, has a thing for uniforms
Hobbies: Beautiful won
Special Interests: Beautiful won
Physical Condition: Healthy, with good explosive power
If Song Yun saw this, he would think soone close to him had leaked his information, as such detailed data even within the country are not commonly known.
Moreover, every docunt included a brief description of Song Yun’s impressive fighting skills, as well as backgrounds of the won associated with him.
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