Return of the King, Chapter 384 - 384 373 The Loyal Rogue

??384: Chapter 373 The Loyal Rogue

384: Chapter 373 The Loyal Rogue

Song Yun still approved of these small organizations’ activism for rights—who wouldn’t want benefits?

And since one couldn’t get them on their own, the only way was to band together to acquire them.

As for these situations, Song Yun only planned to watch from a distance.

Having dealt with docunts all morning, when lunchti ca around, Song Yun declined an invitation to eat at headquarters and drove a regular SUV to the entrance of Sunnan University.

As soon as he parked the car, he saw Li Yueyue and Liu Ran co out.

Li Yueyue, upon seeing Song Yun, didn’t co up to greet him but instead circled around him a few tis.

“Tsk tsk, you look so lifeless.

Don’t tell

you’ve really been seduced by those two vixens.”

“More than just vixens, there’s also a thousand-year-old fox spirit,” Song Yun said irritably.

“Get in the car, brother will take you to eat so cuisine.”

“Cut it out, teasing you and you really think you’re irresistible.

Tell , where are we going for this cuisine?” Li Yueyue asked, sitting in the back seat.

“The matter of eating cuisine can wait; right now, so people are coming to cause trouble,” Song Yun said, narrowing his eyes and looking at five n walking toward his car.

“What’s the matter?” Li Yueyue poked her head out to look and was disappointed to see only a few people.

“Such a letdown, I thought there would at least be a dozen, but it’s just these few.”

“Stay in the car; I’ll take you out to eat in a bit,” Song Yun said before stepping out of the SUV.

The n approaching him looked to be just past twenty, rolling up their sleeves and holding controlled knives.

Song Yun shook his head helplessly when he saw them—were these guys idiots?

Rolling up their sleeves wasn’t because the weather was hot but because they wanted to show off their tattoos and act tough in front of others.

Little did they know that such behavior was no different from that of an idiot.

Besides, it was broad daylight—what did they think they were doing, waving knives around?

Did they really think the police were incompetent?

rely being charged with assaulting soone in public would be enough to get them in deep trouble.

He wondered which fool had misled these dimwits to cause him trouble.

“A bunch of idiots, doing nothing to benefit society all day, just trying to act tough.

Maybe they’ll end up dead on the street one day.” Song Yun let out a frustrated sigh.

These kids were influenced by so films, each thinking they’re a big deal if they beco the boss without realizing how difficult it is to take that path.

If they made the slightest mistake, they would face retaliation from others, and it wasn’t just a simple fight.

Retaliation between organizations boiled down to two things: either cough up money for their lives or end up dead in the streets.

This society wasn’t about sheer brawn anymore.

It’s all about brains, with those in the underworld trying to find ways to go legitimate.

And yet, these kids were hell-bent on diving in, unaware of what they were even thinking.

“Clap, clap!”

Song Yun didn’t deign to lay hands on them, not wanting to dirty his hands by hitting them.

He clapped his hands twice, and several n sprang out from the side.

These were people he had arranged to protect Li Yueyue and Liu Ran.

Each might not take on a hundred alone, but taking on ten was certainly doable.

“Go easy on them; I have so questions to ask later,” Song Yun said indifferently.

Before the n realized what was happening, more than a dozen people pounced on them.

Before they could even lift their knives, they felt excruciating pain in their wrists, the kind that could only be caused by fractures.

“Boss, we’ve brought them over.” More than a dozen people dragged the five over to Song Yun.

In front of the trained Disciples, they were as helpless as baby chicks, not even fluttering before being firmly grasped.

“Little kids trying to play gangster now, are we?

Do you really think you can kill without facing the consequences?” Song Yun’s eyes filled with disdain; these people were just low-level cannon fodder.

They got neither money nor had any social standing to speak of.

Their so-called thug life was nothing more than a few people strutting around together, utterly inconsequential, and for a worthless sense of pride, they were willing to squander their youth.

“Ptui.” The leader of the n spat viciously.

“We underestimated you today.

Watch your back next ti.”

“Oh wow, kid’s got a sharp tongue,” Song Yun laughed.

“Insolent words deserve punishnt.” The Green Dragon Disciples slapped the man across the face, making him lose several teeth in a few strikes.

“That’s enough, a little lesson will do,” Song Yun said, hooking the man’s chin with his foot.

“Tell , who sent you to hack at ?”

“Hmph.”

Song Yun really hadn’t expected this man to be so defiant.

So young and yet so righteous; he must’ve studied Guan Gong a lot.

Song Yun wasn’t annoyed; he always let fools be, for if there weren’t any on the streets, how would he make money?

“You tell , who sent you?” Since the first kid was hard-mouthed, he would ask the next.

Song Yun didn’t believe they were all incarnations of Guan Gong.

“I…I…” Before he could speak, he was interrupted by the tough-talking man.

“If you dare speak about this, don’t ever say I know you.

I, Brother Cannon, don’t recognize anyone disloyal and unrighteous.”

Brother Cannon was already suppressing them with righteousness; naturally, the others couldn’t say much.

Who knew where Brother Cannon got his fearso reputation from?

What did these few amount to?

Just riff-raff trying to emulate righteousness, when in this society, the truly righteous had long been devoured to the bone by others.

Those who thrived were all cunning and shrewd.

“All right then, Guan Gong was a martial saint, and at most you lot are hooligans, not even worthy of that title.

If you want to keep your mouths shut, then keep them tight.

I have all the ti in the world to deal with you.

If you don’t speak in a minute, you get a slap until you do.”

Seeing Song Yun’s unhurried manner, the group despaired.

Brother Cannon had only received a few slaps, and his face was already a ss, nearly ruined—and his usual image was that of an idol, which couldn’t be marred by slapping.

“I’ll tell, I’ll tell.

The person who hired us was one of your Sunnan University students.

He said he wanted your arm and offered us fifty thousand yuan after the job was done, so…

so we lost our heads.

Please, have rcy on us.

We won’t ever dare again.”