Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 24 - 24 23 Little Notebook

24: Chapter 23 Little Notebook 24: Chapter 23 Little Notebook Li Shishi stopped speaking, following quietly by Song Yun’s side like a wounded little animal.

No one had ever spoken to her about such things before, nor had she ever experienced them.

Song Yun looked at her with pity and held her in his embrace, whispering softly, “But with me here, you’ll never have to touch any of this filth.

You’re pure and lovely, you shouldn’t have to understand these things.

One should not harbor the intent to kill, but one must guard against others.”

“Um, did I allow you to hold me?” Li Shishi looked up innocently at Song Yun and said, “I didn’t say anything when you hugged me just now, but next time, if you dare to hug me without my permission, I’ll chop off your ‘paws’ just like you did just now.”

“Hehe, I just got carried away for a moment,” Song Yun said with an embarrassed smile, then called Old Luo to check in.

Over the phone, Song Yun explained that Li Shishi had encountered some urgent matter on her way to work which prevented her from going, and her phone battery had died, leading to the kidnapping situation.

After the call, Li Shishi grabbed the soft flesh between Song Yun’s ribs, twisted it 360 degrees, and said resentfully, “Why did you lie to Grandpa Luo?”

“If I told Grandpa Luo, your family would definitely get involved.

Once more people know, I can’t guarantee that we can catch that bastard and interrogate him for information.

It’s better the fewer people know about this.

Of course, I will inform your grandfather about the details.

Let’s take a taxi home now, I’m tired.”

“Cough, cough, damn, Black Flood Dragon really hits hard.” Back at home, after Li Shishi returned to her room, Song Yun coughed up a pool of blood and murmured.

The fight yesterday with Black Flood Dragon wasn’t one-sided; Song Yun sustained internal injuries, unlike Black Flood Dragon’s groin pain.

Moreover, having forcibly exchanged blows with Wang Hu today had worsened his internal injuries.

His eyes rolled back, and Song Yun collapsed to the ground, powerless.

“Song Yun?

Song Yun?

Wake up.” In his semi-conscious state, Song Yun heard a voice calling out to him, both near and far.

He slowly opened his eyes to see Li Shishi anxiously hovering over him.

“What happened?

What’s wrong?” Song Yun asked as he sat up, shaking his somewhat dizzy head.

“Just as I stepped out, I saw you collapsed on the ground with a pool of blood nearby.

It really scared me,” said Li Shishi, her voice filled with fright as she patted her chest.

“It’s nothing, I just felt a bit weak.

A good night’s sleep should fix it,” observed Song Yun, trying to tease the anxious Li Shishi, “Why, afraid that Wang Hu beat me up like this?

Don’t joke; I’m not that weak.”

“Just keep talking; you’ll really get yourself into trouble one of these days,” chided Li Shishi sweetly.

Dinner that evening was personally cooked by Li Shishi.

Although she liked to verbally spar with Song Yun, the meal she prepared was quite decent; everything was at least cooked, though the vegetables had an oddly sweet taste.

After dinner, Song Yun sat on the couch watching the news broadcast, while Li Shishi, like a cautious little wife, carefully fed him apples.

Today’s fainting spell had indeed scared her half to death; at that moment, she realized that Song Yun had deeply etched a mark in her heart.

“How can you be interested in this?

It’s always the same content every day: our leaders are very busy, our people are very happy.

Apart from our Huaxia, the people of other countries live amidst dire straits, whether it’s bombs today or wars tomorrow.

Hey, why are you laughing?

Am I wrong?

Isn’t it like this?”

“I think you’re absolutely right,” Song Yun said, amused by Li Shishi’s comments.

Feeling slightly weak today, Song Yun planned to go to bed after the news broadcast.

Just as he had finished washing up, someone knocked on the door.

It was Old Luo, who straightforwardly handed a small notebook to Song Yun with a smile, “Don’t think you can hide everything from us old folks; we’re not blind.

Here, Mr.

Li insisted I give this to you.”

“What’s this notebook?” Li Shishi curiously reached out to take it, but Song Yun grabbed her hand and shook his head solemnly at Old Luo, “I can’t take this.”

“Mr.

Li guessed you would refuse.

He told me to tell you that having this notebook can lessen many of your burdens.

Moreover, you’re just considered an external staff, not an official one,” Old Luo said, smiling.

The National Security Bureau of Huaxia, the FBI of the United States, and the Sixth Bureau of Intelligence of the UK are known as the three major supervisory organizations in the world.

Compared to the latter two organizations, the National Security Bureau holds much more power.

They operate directly under the chief national leader and have the authority to act first and report later, to arrest with weapons, and mobilize local police.

In Huaxia, this organization is akin to a royal sword, the nightmare of countless officials.

Even the power in Mr.

Li’s hands couldn’t place Song Yun inside the National Security Bureau, which meant…

the organization was extending an olive branch to Song Yun.

To accept or not, that was the question.

“Just an external role?” Song Yun asked cautiously.

“Yes, Mr.

Li said you hold real power in the organization, but you don’t have to take on missions before becoming an official member,” Old Luo explained, knowing the privileges this small notebook entailed.

As Song Yun was Li Family’s son-in-law, entering this department would naturally be the best choice.

“That’s good then.

I like living a quiet life.

If no one provokes me, I won’t strike first,” Song Yun said jokingly.

“But if anyone dares target my people, whoever they are, they’re dead.”

Suddenly, a bloodthirsty aura emanated from Song Yun, causing even the weathered Old Luo to catch his breath.

“This matter will be resolved by tomorrow.

I’ll meet Mr.

Li at the old house at noon,” Song Yun said after taking a sip of water to soothe his throat.

Once Old Luo had left, Li Shishi, curious, picked up the notebook on the table and flipped through it.

When she saw the cover with a dragon soaring into the sky and the words “National Security Bureau Special Action Department” printed inside, her eyes widened like saucers.

Having grown up in a bureaucratic family, she had often heard about the immense power of the National Security Bureau as a child.

She had never imagined that Song Yun was now a part of it.

Early the next day, Black Flood Dragon drove a car he had scammed from Tom to pick up Song Yun, heading towards the backstreet of Sunan City University.

“Let’s go in now, it’s time we sorted this out,” Song Yun said calmly as the car came to a stop.

After parking the car, Black Flood Dragon eagerly followed Song Yun into the bar.

At this moment, the bar was empty.

The waiter from yesterday was nowhere to be seen, likely sent elsewhere by Wang Hu.

Song Yun led Black Flood Dragon into the private room where he had confronted Wang Hu the previous day.

Wang Hu was panicking, unsure whether to trust Song Yun’s words.

If Song Yun could indeed demonstrate the power behind him this time, he was willing to become an unnoticed follower by Song Yun’s side.