??175: Chapter 174: Promise
One Request
175: Chapter 174: Promise
One Request
It’s always hard to start anything.
People are like that; once the first slap lands, their dignity is already shattered.
Any subsequent slaps are more or less aningless, so the rough dozen n circle up and fan away with gusto, making Song Yun feel almost too comfortable—so much so that he almost wished he could provide them with so music to keep the beat.
Song Yun kicked Gao Fushuai in the backside and laughed, “You perford pretty well today, so I’ll spare your life.
One of these days when I’m not too busy, I’ll swing by for a good chat.”
The kick sent Gao Fushuai stumbling ssily several steps forward, tearing the wounds on his legs and causing fresh blood to flow down.
With an agonized cry, he collapsed to the ground, while the remaining thugs and security were left unsure of what to do.
Song Yun shrugged with a smile, “See that car over there?
If you’re itching for revenge, rember that license plate number.
But a word of warning: don’t let
catch sight of you again, or it’ll be a beating every ti I do.”
Watching the shocked expressions on everyone’s faces, Song Yun nodded contently and turned, “Little monk, are you coming with
now, or would you prefer to stay with your ‘girlfriend’ for a while?”
“What ‘girlfriend’?
I just t her on the plane,” Bai Fui stepped forward to explain.
“We’re not involved in any way.
I just felt bad seeing him get hit because of , so I ca over to help.”
“Heh, excuses are just a way to cover up,” Song Yun chuckled and opened the car door to ask.
“So little monk, what are you planning to do now?”
“I’ll go with you.
My senior brother asked you to help find out my true origin, so I have to stick with you,” Jue Wu declared earnestly.
“Let’s go now.
Miss Bai, I’ll see you again if it’s ant to be.”
Jue Wu, the monk, joined his palms and bowed to Bai Fui, “Sunan City is so small, our paths are sure to cross again soday.”
As Bai Fui was struggling to find the words to express her reluctant feelings, Song Yun’s car had already zipped away, leaving her to stomp her feet angrily at the receding vehicle.
In the car, Song Yun lit a cigarette and teased with a grin, “Little monk, you’re quite a character, leaving behind such a pretty flight attendant without a second thought.
Should I say you’re observant of ascetic disciplines, or are you just thickheaded?”
“Amitabha, Mr.
Song, it’s not the monk’s fault.
Originally, I wanted to see Miss Bai off, but you sped away as soon as you saw
get on,” Jue Wu sighed.
“Don’t call
Mr.
Song.
Since you’re Master Guo Liang’s junior, you’re my junior too.
If you don’t mind, just call
‘Boss.’ It’s easier for you to say and more comfortable for
to hear,” Song Yun flicked his cigarette out the window, adding, “Tracing soone’s lineage is the hardest part, but if you’re okay with it, I can arrange a place for you to stay with so people there for now.”
“Can’t I stay with you?” Jue Wu asked, puzzled.
“No can do.
My place is too crowded already, and I’m heading out the day after tomorrow.
You stay with my two underlings for now.
Once I’m back and done with business, we’ll have a proper chat,” Song Yun replied evasively.
“Alright.
My senior did say this trip off the mountain is for my training and ntioned that if you’re short-handed, I should join your crew,” Jue Wu recollected.
“I don’t lack charlatans over there,” Song Yun said, laughing as he propped his head up, hardly daring to imagine the odd sight if everyone in the gang were to turn vegetarian or shave their heads to practice Buddhism.
“My martial arts are quite advanced,” Jue Wu said modestly with a smile, “I feel my martial arts are better than yours, but I’d be no match for you in a fight to the death.”
“Naturally.
I’ve been walking the line between life and death these years.
Without so life-saving tricks, I’d have been tossed in the wilderness long ago,” Song Yun stated indifferently, not taking Jue Wu’s claim about better martial arts seriously.
After all, Inner Shaolin had historically been a congregation spot for martial monks, with countless sects and cultivation techniques, and given this kid’s likely high status in Inner Shaolin, it wouldn’t be surprising if he had so top-notch martial arts skills.
“Monk, I’ve heard that Shaolin’s One-Finger Zen has been hyped to be incredible.
Is it fact or fiction?” Li Tang, the Taoist heir, couldn’t help but ask, driven by curiosity, “They say it’s the most powerful skill in the Martial World, capable of sending people flying with a re touch—is that true?”
“Who’s spreading those rumors?
One-Finger Zen is just one of the Buddhist teachings; how did it get mixed up with martial arts?” Jue Wu said helplessly, “But skills like Diamond Finger and Heart Shattering Palm do exist; I’ve practiced them.
If you want to learn, just co to .
I’ll teach you.”
“Forget it; I have enough Taoist techniques to master without being greedy and trying to incorporate Buddhist ones.”
Having settled Jue Wu into the villa owned by Zhao Yan and instructed her to treat the little monk well, Song Yun discreetly suggested that if there was a chance to lead the monk astray, to go for it and bring him to the nightclub for a few rounds.
Having finished his business, Song Yun took a taxi back to the traditional courtyard residence.
Xiao Qing was still dealing with visitors from their hotown, and Qingluan was still out making appearances, leaving only Li Shishi ticulously reviewing company docunts in the living room.
When she saw Song Yun return, a sparkle lit in Li Shishi’s eyes.
She hurriedly got up and clung to Song Yun, pleading, “Song Yun, promise
one thing, will you?”
Li Shishi rarely made requests of Song Yun, and today, no matter how difficult, he had no intention of refusing.
“Tell , whatever it is, I’ll bring it back for you.
But considering your high tastes, it doesn’t seem like sothing trivial…
You’re not hoping to acquire that hundred-carat diamond that’s soon to be auctioned, are you?
Though it might be tough to obtain, if you really want it, I could take a trip with those wolves from Africa to fetch it for you.”
“No, that’s not it.
Do I look like soone who craves wealth and luxury?” Li Shishi playfully chided, lightly hitting Song Yun.
“You don’t want that gem?” Song Yun said, surprised, “Then what do you want?
I can’t fetch stars or moons for you.”
“I already said it’s not that—I have a class reunion, and I want you to be my date,” Li Shishi said, a touch embarrassed.
“Sure, that sounds fun.
I’ve never been to a class reunion before,” Song Yun said with a chuckle, “Where’s it being held?”
“It’s at so Tenglong Club.
They said it’s a private club, and all I hear is how fancy it is, but I’ve never been there.”
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