Return of the King, Chapter 287 - 287 276 Perish Together

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287: Chapter 276: Perish Together

“White Tiger Hall has a hundred ways to make this woman talk, and now Hua Manlou has already trained the people inside into freaks, just like the ancient Eastern Depot, one by one with a chilling aura,” ng Ku said.

“But no matter what, they are loyal to you, boss, you can rest assured on that.”

“What’s there not to trust about you four?

I just want to be a quiet, handso man.

All this fighting and killing isn’t suited for ,” Song Yun said, taking a deep drag of his cigarette.

When Dechuan heard Song Yun say that on the ground, he almost jumped up to grab Song Yun by the collar and slap him—if he could stand up, or if he could beat Song Yun, that is.

He could’ve fulfilled his wish.

But while dreams are plush, reality is stark.

No matter how he argued or made a fuss, he’d beco a cripple, and with the failed mission—even if he could go back—endless torture would await him.

The fate of his people was indeed worriso.

“Dying is better than this,” the woman on the ground suddenly shouted.

As Song Yun and the others wondered what she ant, Dechuan roared in fear, “Before this woman dies, she wants to take us down with her.”

“Shit!” Song Yun cursed, turning his head to see the woman holding a button, watching him with a sinister smile.

Perhaps feeling there wasn’t much danger or overflowing with confidence, Song Yun stood still without moving.

“Why are you still standing there, boss?” ng Ku yelled in panic, looking at Song Yun.

As for him and Black Flood Dragon, they had already run far away.

Song Yun cursed inwardly and slapped the woman across the face, observing her bewildernt with wild hair and a shocked look directed at him.

The anger in his heart surged with each slap—one, two, three—after an unknown number of slaps, the woman finally couldn’t stand it and pressed the button decisively.

However, the awaited explosion didn’t happen.

In fact, nothing happened at all.

Song Yun looked coldly at her, while the woman was clearly stunned, mumbling sothing that probably sounded like “impossible.”

Song Yun grabbed the woman and tossed her aside, shouting, “Black Flood Dragon, give her a full-body check.”

The full-body check was to see if the woman had any other harmful weapons on her.

Although they had escaped this ti, it didn’t an they would be so lucky next ti.

Just as Black Flood Dragon’s hands were searching the woman, a loud ‘boom’ ca from Kaiyuan Warehouse nearby.

A fireball burst from inside the warehouse, engulfing it in flas, and the heat waves scorched Song Yun’s skin.

“What’s happened?” Song Yun asked, looking toward Dechuan.

“Seems like your guys ca before the explosives were fully in place,” Dechuan said with a resentful look, as if not killing Song Yun was a great loss.

“Who’s the bastard ssing with explosives?

I was nearly blown to death,” Mao Shan said, running towards them bent over, followed by five fully ard soldiers.

“It was this woman,” Song Yun said innocently, pointing at the woman who was being turned over by Black Flood Dragon.

Mao Shan glanced over and noticed indeed the woman had a fine figure, with curves in all the right places, slim where it mattered, and most importantly, without the thick legs inherited by RB people—her legs were slender and long, leaving the impression they could be easily broken if carelessly handled in bed.

“Old Black’s taken a fancy to this da?” Mao Shan said with a grin.

“Looks like Old Black’s been pent up lately, becoming impatient with so many around.”

Mao Shan was able to divert his gaze just fine, but the soldiers under his command were different—they had run several missions with Song Yun and knew that Major General Song wouldn’t punish them simply for an extra glance.

So they all craned their necks to look at the flushed woman.

“Cut the crap, just now this woman was threatening us with this button,” Song Yun said, still shaken.

“If it weren’t for my heroic actions, you’d all be dead by now.”

“Badass,” Mao Shan responded with a thumbs up.

“Old Black, just give the da a check, no need to take extra advantage, look at her, flushed and panting heavily, careful she might cling to you.”

“Don’t bloody well fantasize,” Black Flood Dragon cursed.

“This da’s actually still unripe, haha, to think soone trained by such a strict organization is untouched, I’ve barely started and she’s already this worked up.”

“Enough, enough, there’s a crowd here.

Even ancient won were covered with cloth for modesty before being drowned in pig cages.

If you like her so much, take her ho and play to your heart’s content,” Song Yun waved his hands and said.

Black Flood Dragon stood up and carelessly tossed his jacket over the woman.

The previous search hadn’t stripped her entirely, so only a little had been exposed.

Now with the jacket covering her, she was practically like a mummy.

“Take this man back with you; maybe you can knock so more information out of him,” Song Yun said, pointing at Dechuan lying on the ground waiting for death.

“Ok, if I don’t hang this man out to dry, my na isn’t Xu,” Mao Shan said, slapping his chest.

But as soon as he said it, he felt he’d misspoken.

Hearing this, Song Yun’s group instinctively distanced themselves from Mao Shan, with Black Flood Dragon teasing, “Mao Shan, I never imagined you’d like that sort of thing.

Don’t ask

out drinking anymore; I’m afraid one day you’ll get

drunk and I’ll lose my virtue.”

“I was just making a taphor,” Mao Shan yelled irately.

“You little bastards, where are you hiding?

Get the man hoisted up; let’s head back to the base.

Once we get back, you’ll see how I deal with you.”

Being a junior officer ans having no rights.

Not only do they have to do the dirtiest, most tiring tasks, but they don’t even get a word of praise.

What if their commander, on a whim, really issues so punishing order after they return?

After a brief chat with Mao Shan, he said his goodbyes to the group and took Dechuan back to report.

But what about this woman?

Although she definitely had hurt him just now, they couldn’t just bury her in a ditch sowhere.

If she were a man, it would be easy—but won are more troubleso.

To thoughtlessly throw such a da into the tornt of White Tiger Hall wouldn’t be right.

Ignoring her figure and looks, just her skills alone would be a waste—she was a master who could fight guerrilla warfare with the likes of ng Ku.