??80: Chapter 79: Pleased to et You
80: Chapter 79: Pleased to et You
Song Yun was so scared he trembled as he crouched by the car, ready to check whether those people were thoroughly dead or not.
If not, he planned to drag them out and interrogate who the Black Hand behind the scenes was.
Unfortunately, there was only one charred corpse inside the car, and the whereabouts of the other person were unknown.
“Do you know these guys?” Song Yun asked with a furrowed brow.
These people were clearly not here to trouble him.
Through the exchange with the Bald Man just now, it seed obvious that these people had co specifically to kidnap Qingluan.
“I don’t know them, and I’m also unclear where I could have provoked this group of people,” Qingluan shook her head, equally concerned.
If it was an open fight, she wouldn’t be afraid.
What scared her were those who would sneak around you unnoticed, and then pick the perfect mont to attack you from behind.
Such people were like venomous snakes.
If you hit them once and don’t manage to kill them, the second attack would invite their crazed retaliation.
“Forget it, we’ll slowly look into these people.
You won’t be able to solve this in a short while.
Shall I take you back first?” Song Yun asked, harboring a stroke of luck.
“Sure, after you drop
off, don’t leave.
Just move in and live with
from now on,” Qingluan said, tilting her head upward.
It seed this girl really wanted to stick with him.
Damn it, the more he thought about it, the angrier he beca.
Seeing the Bald Man lying passed out in the distance, Song Yun walked over and ferociously kicked the man’s head with both feet.
The poor Bald Man, in his slumber, was savagely kicked by Song Yun, the monstrous brute, his face covered in injuries with no ability to fight back.
Oh, of course, he wouldn’t have been able to fight back even if he had been awake.
Song Yun bound the Bald Man with rope and carelessly threw him into the trunk.
He didn’t kill the man, keeping him alive because he had much information Song Yun wanted to know.
Sunan City was now filled with winds from all directions, right in the eye of a vortex, where countless capable individuals and heroes churned the clouds, hoping to get a piece of the action.
Song Yun was no exception.
Why should others feast while he was only left to sop up the broth?
Even at broth couldn’t satisfy one’s hunger, and he would be left starving after a while.
Since no one was offering at, then he’d have to grab, fight, or steal for it.
After all, there were many in society who would unscrupulously pursue their goals—adding one more or less wouldn’t make a difference.
In fact, Song Yun’s favorite book was “Studies in Blackness” written by Master Li Zongwu, which divided the art of ruthlessness into three levels in the book: the first level as thick as city walls, as black as coal; the second level as hard as the first, but shiny; and the third level both invisible and colorless.
Song Yun didn’t dare claim he was at the third level, but at the very least, he felt he was definitely at the second tier.
Only now did Song Yun realize what the so-called “Studies in Blackness” and “Psychology of Thick Blackness” were all nonsense—those books only described how to be ruthless and thick-skinned, and then compared events from the Three Kingdoms and the end of the Qin Dynasty.
But if any of those people ran into Qingluan, Song Yun guaranteed that all the talks of “Studies in Blackness” were just farting around—flatter people with tough skins all they want, Qingluan would slap them twice.
She couldn’t stand these hypocritical behaviors.
If soone was ruthless to her, that made things even easier.
The re thought of that would an they’d better get their affairs in order and choose a good gravesite.
If their misdeeds were ever uncovered, then they might as well hang themselves with a noodle quickly, save Qingluan the trouble of breaking the Geneva Conventions to maim them.
Not everyone could withstand that near-ascension feeling.
So, how could he win Qingluan’s favor?
Song Yun thought hard until an answer that didn’t quite seem like an answer erged in his mind—scent and the so-called fate.
Qingluan said she liked his scent and ntioned sothing about their destinies being intertwined.
Therefore, she shalessly stuck around him, not only allowing him to enjoy the grand halo of the main character and visually pleasing monts but also helping Song Yun to reach the second spot on the Dragon List.
If Cao Cao, Liu Bei, Xiang Yu, Sun Quan, and a host of other “Studies in Blackness” experts knew that what they struggled to maintain didn’t amount to a couple whiffs of scent and the so-called elusive fate, would they jump out of their coffins to die again?
Song Yun shook his head, tossing all the problems to the back of his mind, and drove Qingluan toward the courtyard house.
When they reached the entrance of the courtyard, Song Yun dared not blatantly bring Qingluan inside.
Although she repeatedly assured him that everything would be fine, even using her fists as a taphor, threatening if Li Shishi, the delicate beauty, didn’t accept her, she’d fight until she did.
Hearing that made Song Yun even more reluctant to bring Qingluan inside.
How to describe the girl?
It seed like there was sothing off with her mind.
As for exactly what, Song Yun couldn’t say, nor did he dare to say, especially when facing Qingluan, a human-shaped tyrannosaurus.
He simply didn’t dare provoke her.
“Do you really want to live in my house?” Song Yun asked, swallowing hard.
“What do you an, ‘your house’?
From now on, it’s our ho,” Qingluan replied cheerily, playfully slapping Song Yun’s arm as she laughed.
Song Yun’s arm imdiately felt as if it had been run over by a car, and he couldn’t let any pained expression show.
What would life be like from now on?
The thought was too beautiful; Song Yun dared not even imagine.
But one thing Song Yun knew for sure, absolutely and undeniably, was that he was done for.
Today was a day off, Saturday, and Li Shishi, who was usually busy, woul have made ti on this day to relax and gather herself.
After parking the car, Song Yun led Qingluan into the courtyard house with a wry smile.
Once inside, they saw Li Shishi and Xiao Qing chatting while eating ice cream, apparently discussing sothing.
Others might bite into their ice cream, but Li Shishi licked it.
She licked off the outer layer of crispy chocolate until it lted, then moved onto the cream inside, her small tongue lapping up and down greedily yet cutely.
“Cough, cough…
Good morning, let
introduce you two to this…
this beautiful lady.”
“You’re out looking for pleasure again?
Aren’t two won at ho enough for you?
Or are you planning to cram this courtyard full?” Li Shishi really was an actress, able to switch on her acting skills without hesitation.
Her face looked on the verge of tears, inspiring pity.
Song Yun hugged Li Shishi, rolled his eyes, and whispered to Qingluan, who was sowhat shocked at the side, “This girl ranks second on the Dragon List.
Don’t tell
you haven’t heard of the Dragon List.
I don’t know why she’s clinging to , but it’s better to keep things this way.”
Li Shishi was stunned for a mont, then managed to put on a dry laugh and reached out politely saying, “Hello, my na is Li Shishi.
It’s an honor to et you.”
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