Return of the King, Chapter 679 - 679 668

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679: Chapter 668

“Sorry, the manager is on a business trip,” said the sales lady quite nonchalantly.

“Right, right, right, you guys are really sothing.”

The foreigner, seeing how he was being ignored, could no longer stand it, there was no need to hold back anymore, and in an instant, his cosmos burst forth, transforming him into a golden Saint…

Of course, that’s what the foreigner wished for, but in reality, even if his cosmos were to burst forth to the point of asuring leakage, he wouldn’t be able to beco a golden Saint.

Since he couldn’t transform himself, the foreigner had no choice but to employ a summoning tactic, calling soone else for help.

He whipped out his phone and dialed a number in front of Song Yun and the sales lady, saying, “Mayor Wang, I’m at XXXX.”

The foreigner stated his case with righteous indignation, and then sumd it up, “Is this how you treat us foreign investors in Sunan?

If you don’t welco us to invest, just say so directly.

We certainly won’t insist!”

After speaking, the foreigner hung up the phone with a snap and glared at the sales lady, “I’ll make sure you regret this!”

After that, the foreigner turned to Song Yun and said, “Now let’s talk about your issue.”

“My issue?” Song Yun looked at the foreigner with bewildernt, not recalling having offended the man.

“Have you had so conflict with my beloved?” asked the foreigner, chin raised, his double chin sagging in a way that was utterly repulsive.

“Conflict?

No, no, no, you’ve got it wrong!” Song Yun shook his head.

“You want to deny it?” the foreigner looked scornfully at Song Yun.

“Do you Shen Zhou people always try to shirk responsibility when you encounter problems?”

“F*ck that, don’t preach responsibility to .

People who don’t know better might think I have so past with this lady!” Song Yun exclaid.

“Regarding what you said, about us Shen Zhou people always trying to shirk responsibility, I have to point out that Shen Zhou is not the United States.

We don’t take the world as our own business, save foreigners from fire and water, or do responsible things like overthrowing presidents, toppling existing regis, or waging wars in other people’s countries.

And about that woman and , we don’t have a conflict, we have outright hatred!

Yes, that’s right, hatred!”

“Good, you’ve got guts!” the foreigner said.

“Since you’re so bold, I’ll settle this the Arican way.

Since it involves my beloved, it’s my issue too.

El, co here.

Show this gentleman how we Aricans handle things!”

A bodyguard approached, nodding respectfully, and said, “Understood!”

“Yo, so the Arican way of handling things is with fists, huh?

Tsk, tsk, couldn’t be more true!” Song Yun taunted.

“Still better than you who only know how to talk.

Your protests, your ‘stern warnings,’ are just jokes in the United States,” the Arican replied contemptuously.

“F*ck your mother!” Even when discussing various topics like ***’s new movie or this year’s great harvest, Song Yun would be very cultured and dignified.

But faced with matters relating to nationalistic pride, he would beco particularly unscheming and straightforward.

In short, it’s one thing for Shen Zhou people to criticize themselves—that’s all just an internal conflict.

But for a foreigner to chirp in uninfordly—that counts as foreign aggression.

It just so happens that I enjoy resisting foreign powers.

Therefore, if you, the uninford one, run into , I won’t respond with cunning or trickery; I’ll simply knock your teeth out.

So, before El had a chance to act, Song Yun struck first!

Under the stunned gaze of Qi Yu and the rotund foreigner, Song Yun delivered a flying kick right into the delicate region between the foreigner’s stomach and thigh, known less elegantly as the ‘crown jewels.’ While the hefty foreigner might have looked rather well-padded, his ‘crown jewels ‘were evidently not as sturdy as Song Yun’s.

Therefore, the foreigner folded over and collapsed to the floor without hesitation.

It was in this mont that the foreigner’s two bodyguards lunged at Song Yun.

Song Yun dispatched these small fry with ease, then only Qi Yu was left standing, looking sowhat at a loss.

“Qi Yu, oh Qi Yu, you’ve tried several tis to ss with , and I’ve righteously rejected you each ti.

But you shouldn’t debase yourself so much, should you?

Of all the people to pick, why go for a foreigner?

Alas, considering you’re a student, I won’t make a big deal out of your past attempts.

But today you’ve colluded, and that’s crossing a line!” Song Yun lectured her earnestly.

“People can forget many things, but not their roots.

You can hang out with foreigners, which is fine, but you can’t use them to bully our countryn, right?”

Qi Yu looked at Song Yun, truly on the verge of tears, as if she had never won a single encounter with Song Yun since their adversarial relationship began.

Yet, sowhere in her heart, Qi Yu still harbored a glimr of hope, for the foreigner had just called Mayor Wang.

Once Mayor Wang arrived, it would be her mont of redemption!

Song Yun observed Qi Yu.

Normally, if anyone dared to provoke Song Yun so repeatedly in society, he would’ve had them dumped at the bottom of a river.

But Qi Yu was his classmate, a re twenty years old at most.

What did a twenty-year-old know?

So Song Yun thought he had been quite forgiving in his dealings with Qi Yu—naturally, what Song Yun perceived as forgiveness, Qi Yu saw as a grievous demon destroying everything she had!

Qi Yu didn’t consider that if she hadn’t tried to forcefully associate herself with Song Yun for the sake of vain glory, none of the subsequent issues would have occurred.

As Song Yun was about to give Qi Yu a lesson in patriotism, a series of police sirens suddenly blared outside the sales office.

Song Yun grinned.

Who had called the police?

“F*ck, who called the cops?” a mber of the onlooking crowd complained.

“Exactly, who the hell called the cops?” another spectator shouted.

“How can you do this to one of our own!”

Song Yun was taken aback, he hadn’t expected the onlookers to be so supportive.

“Buddy, you better run; we’ll hold them off for a bit!” a man in his thirties stepped forward and advised Song Yun.

“Everyone is quite satisfied, but the cops are no joke!”

“Bro, don’t worry about !

It’d be a sha if I couldn’t handle just a few guys like this,” Song Yun said, his face beaming, as he watched several people head toward the entrance to try and delay the police.