Return of the King, Chapter 3 - 3 3 Breaking Your Arm

??3: Chapter 3: Breaking Your Arm

3: Chapter 3: Breaking Your Arm

“Senior Brother Song, what happened here?” Xiao Qing walked over and saw the blood-soaked car interior, covering her mouth in shock.

“Go back first.

The situation here is probably not as simple as it looks.” Song Yun thoughtfully placed Xiao Qing behind him and spoke.

“But what about you, Senior Brother?

Is it very dangerous for you to stay here?

Should we call the police?” To soone like Xiao Qing, who had just entered society, seeking help from the police seed like an infallible solution, but the scene before her was clearly a preditated murder, bound to have repercussions.

Even if the police ca, the victim would already be long gone.

“Don’t worry, confronting danger is a man’s duty,” declared Song Yun with a cool composure.

“Go back now.

I’ll definitely co to find you once I’ve dealt with this.”

After sending Xiao Qing away, Song Yun entered the car and first carried the woman from the back seat, to avoid a possible explosion.

“Kid, I advise you to hand over the woman on the ground to us, or you won’t leave this place today.”

Just as Song Yun was checking the woman’s injuries, a voice emanated from behind him.

Song Yun turned and saw more than ten people, each with a fierce and professional look.

Moreover, these people, grouped together, even faintly exuded a murderous aura.

Though it wasn’t exceptionally strong, it was obvious they were killers by the way they radiated nace.

These folks were definitely the kind of ruthless rcenaries from abroad.

Yet in countries around the world, especially Huaxia, both overt and covert security asures are extrely tight, making it difficult for foreign organizations and powers to infiltrate.

Any sign of intrusion was usually swiftly suppressed by Huaxia.

Nevertheless, these people had co, taking a huge risk with an entire squad, surely because soone had placed a bounty higher than the value of their own lives.

For a mont, Song Yun beca interested in the identity of the unidentified woman lying unconscious on the ground.

“Heh, seems like you’re not planning on leaving here alive,” the leader of the group sneered nacingly.

Song Yun aid his weapon at the n; he wasn’t the slightest bit alard.

Instead, there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.

“Kill him.” With a wave of the leader’s hand, his n raised their machine guns and started firing at Song Yun.

In a swift move, Song Yun did a roll, cradling the woman in his arms like a princess, and then, his figure moved ghost-like at high speed, dodging towards an abandoned office building in front.

“Holy shit, you useless lot can’t even kill a single man.” Bloodlust flashed in the leader’s eyes.

He coldly shot the rcenary closest to him dead, then shouted at the others, “The longer we stay here, the less likely we’ll live to leave this place.

Everyone move out.

Make it quick and decisive.”

Clearly accustod to the man’s brutal ways, none of the rcenaries expressed sympathy for their fallen comrade, lying in a pool of blood.

Energized, they pursued Song Yun.

Song Yun sprinted to the rooftop, hiding the woman in a recess, then turned to face his pursuers.

Seeing Song Yun turning to confront them, the rcenaries’ faces brightened with glee, but soon they realized they had underestimated him.

This damn guy wasn’t ordinary at all; he was more like a superman.

Could an ordinary man dodge and counterattack simultaneously?

Song Yun continuously changed directions, his speed varying unpredictably.

The enemies’ gunfire intensified, but his movents beca even more fluid.

At the sa ti, his right hand kept lashing out, each movent creating a whooshing death knell in the air.

Next mont, another rcenary would fall, hit squarely between the eyes by a stone, dead on the spot.

Blood flowed freely.

The few remaining n looked at each other, at a loss for words, gazing at their comrades whose heads had just been crushed by a stone, unsure whether to feel anger or panic.

“Holy crap, almost everyone is dead.” The leader initially took his ti climbing the stairs, but when the gunfire ceased, a sinister smile curled at his lip, thinking that there was only half an hour until they had to retreat.

Once he found that woman, there would be enough ti for him to enjoy himself.

But the closer he got to the rooftop, the stronger the scent of blood beca, puzzling him.

Even if that kid had been riddled with bullets, it wouldn’t sll this bad, so he quickened his pace.

“Boss…

our brothers have…

have been killed by this kid with stones,” stamred a terrified rcenary.

“Trash, all fucking trash,” the leader swore, snapping the subordinate’s neck with one twist of his massive hand, his gaze ferociously turning to Song Yun as he whispered, “You killed my n.

I will crush your skull to pieces to calm their spirits.”

Song Yun had seen shaless people before, but none quite like this man, who behaved as if he hadn’t personally killed one of his own n just monts earlier.

The man stripped off his shirt, revealing a torso covered in muscles, along with a myriad of scars from blades and bullets—it was evident he often engaged in close combat.

In two strides, he reached Song Yun, launching a punch fast and formidable towards Song Yun’s head, ripping through the air with a sharp whoosh.

It seed that with this punch, Song Yun would be defeated.

“Go to hell!” The man’s face twisted hideously, filled with murderous intent.

His rcenaries were nearly annihilated, and even if he made it back abroad, he would be significantly weakened, easy prey for other organizations.

Contemplating this, he increased his speed.

But just then, a blur flashed.

With a snap, the vicious punch halted directly before Song Yun.

A hand firmly grasped the man’s fist.

Although the hand was much smaller than the fist, it held it immovably, controlling him completely.

“Those who seek my life, I personally escort to heaven,” said Song Yun, his eyes flashing coldly.

“You’re fucking asking for death,” the man roared in rage, trying to pull his fist back, but it wouldn’t budge, as if frozen in place.

At that mont, everyone present had the sa thought: despite his thin fra, this kid’s strength was unbelievably imnse.

Suddenly, the remaining rcenaries witnessed a shocking scene.

Song Yun’s right hand swiftly grasped their boss’s shoulder, grabbing his left arm and yanking it back hard.

With a grueso rip, the boss’s entire right arm was torn off.

Blood spurted wildly, and stark white bone protruded from the man’s shoulder, creating a horrific scene.