Return of the King, Chapter 113 - 113 112 I Can't Stop Him

??113: Chapter 112 I Can’t Stop Him

113: Chapter 112 I Can’t Stop Him

The old man called not long after, and Song Yun indicated for the movie to be paused.

After all, he had reached an exciting part, and he didn’t want to lose track of the plot after answering a phone call.

“So, who is this god-level figure that’s coming that you even have to give

a heads-up?”

“You really hit the nail on the head, it’s indeed a god-level figure coming.

Just tell , what exactly did you do to the Fuji Mountain Saintess last ti?” the old man asked on the phone.

“What Fuji Mountain leftover woman?

I’m a damn leftover man from the Great Wall myself.

Cut the crap and just tell

straight-up who’s coming,” Song Yun said discontentedly.

“Don’t tell

this is a mistake you made when you were young.

Don’t expect

to pay the price for your errors.”

“You stinker, have you forgotten that woman you t while on a mission in RB?

The one with the big chest, the perky butt, the pretty face?”

“Oh, if you’re talking about that, then I rember.

While in RB, I indeed encountered a freak.

That woman insisted on dragging

into her family as a live-in son-in-law.

As an aspiring young man, how could I agree to such unreasonable demands?

So, during those days in RB, she kept stalking and pestering —it was so annoying.” Song Yun lit a cigarette, but Li Shishi snuffed it out as soon as he took a drag.

Seeing Li Shishi looking like the head of the family, Song Yun could only shrug and stuff so pine nuts into his mouth to eat.

“If the intel is correct, that freak you’re talking about is the Holy Daughter.

She’s a disciple of RB’s female sword fairy, Kirei Hiroko, enjoys goddess-level treatnt among RB’s upper class, and as far as I know, that Kirei Hiroko ranks thirty-eighth on the War God List.

The Holy Daughter herself also has combat power this year that’s comparable to that little Qingluan chick in your courtyard,” the old man said nonchalantly.

“If it were just that, it’d be fine, but her family is one of RB’s hermit clans with overwhelming power.

Even the openly acknowledged RB top four families—Minamoto, Taira, Fujiwara, and Tachibana—are no match for them.”

“So, you brat, you’ve provoked an existence that reaches the heavens,” the old man said and then burst into hearty laughter as if tricking Song Yun was sothing particularly delightful.

“Damn it.” The pine nuts in Song Yun’s hand scattered on the ground.

He asked frantically, “It’s not like I did anything to her, right?

And besides, she was only wearing white clothes; how the hell was I supposed to know she was such a big deal?”

“As for that, I’m not sure, but the one thing I do know is that the Holy Daughter has fallen for you—head over heels.

She’s planning to co to Huaxia during the National Day holidays.

You better be prepared,” the old man said.

“Holy shit.” This completely shocked Song Yun.

This was freaking out to get him killed.

Wasn’t it just a mission he carried out in RB for which an RB goddess lost her heart to him?

Although he was handso and wealthy, the heavens couldn’t be this cruel to him, right?

If he really agreed, would he even have a way out?

“Prepare what?

Are we supposed to hold a welco party for her?

Old man, are you trying to bury

alive?” Song Yun said with a sense of deflation.

“I’m probably dood this ti.

Damn it, if I can’t beat them, can’t I just hide?

I plan to return to the sect during National Day, and I refuse to believe she’ll make a scene there.”

“Actually, the Sect Master has already spoken: you have to handle this yourself.

You can’t drag the sect into this ss so, kid, your wishful thinking just went bust.

If worst cos to worst, you’ll just have to make do,” the old man sneered.

“Besides, that da is quite a looker.

You wouldn’t be at a loss if you took her.”

“…” Song Yun was left speechless.

“Alright, I’ve told you what’s going on.

How you deal with it is up to you.” The old man finished speaking and hung up the phone.

Song Yun stayed motionless, not making a sound for a long while.

Li Shishi shook Song Yun’s arm and asked, “Who was on the phone?”

“So unscrupulous bastard,” Song Yun replied blankly.

“Is there an issue?”

“So RB chick has taken a liking to , wants

to serve in her bedchamber.” Song Yun sniffled, feeling wronged.

Who had he offended to deserve these powerful characters constantly popping up in his life?

“So, you’ve even reached RB to pick up chicks, huh, Song Yun?

My respects,” Li Shishi said with a trace of acidity.

“The main issue is that woman has taken a shine to , got it?

She likes , and it’s not

chasing after her.

She has been entangling

since RB, then tried to trap

in Paris too—all to take

back ho.

Don’t you think people from RB are naturally like bandits?

Seeing any handso guy or pretty lady, they just want to pounce?” Song Yun said.

“That RB woman is really that shaless?” Qingluan slamd her hand on the table, furious.

She had finally found a decent man; how could she let a Japanese woman easily snatch him away?

“Yes, and her strength is formidable,” Song Yun said.

“According to the current intel, her combat power is as strong as yours, but the family standing behind her is even more powerful.

So, what do we do?”

Qingluan was left feeling sowhat upset by this.

Was he underestimating her?

Although she couldn’t compete with those monsters on the War God List, she was still top-notch on the Huaxia Dragon List.

She didn’t believe that the RB woman’s abilities could be all that superior.

“Her master is Kirei Hiroko; have you heard of her?” Since Song Yun wasn’t very knowledgeable about the world’s top fighters, he had to ask Qingluan, who was imrsed in the Martial World.

“The RB sword fairy?

Song Yun, don’t tell

the person you’ve provoked is the Holy Daughter of RB,” Qingluan said, gaping in surprise.

“I don’t know whether this is good or bad for you.

I crossed swords with that Holy Daughter two years ago; we fought to a stalemate.

Given the current situation, it’s likely the sa.

If it really is her coming, I won’t be able to stop her.”

Qingluan’s admission that she couldn’t stop her completely shattered Song Yun’s heart.

Just how formidable was a Holy Daughter that even Qingluan could only fight to a draw?

“We can’t beat them and we’re not even allowed to dodge and run?” Song Yun spoke dejectedly.

“I’ve decided.

On October 1st, we’ll go on a group trip.

Wherever you guys want to go, we’ll go.”

“It seems Senior Brother Song is ready to spend heavily,” Xiao Qing said, covering her mouth and snickering softly.

“Then why don’t we go to xa?

I’ve heard the food there is great.” Qingluan piped up.

“But I really wanted to go to the beach during National Day.

What to do?”

“First to xa, then the beach.

Song Yun will surely agree.

Aren’t you, Song Yun?”