Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 32 - 32 31 Two Tiger Generals

32: Chapter 31 Two Tiger Generals 32: Chapter 31 Two Tiger Generals “Although I’m not a big shot, I’ve been sent from above to oversee this competition,” Song Yun said with a smile.

“Ah, but that makes you a big shot!

Seeing ‘Special Envoy’ written on your badge really carries an air of authority.

This humble Taoist knows a bit of the mysterious and divinatory arts.

Would you like me to tell your fortune?” Old Luo said with a grin, his gaze on Song Yun like a fox eyeing a roasted chicken.

Seeing the puzzled look on Song Yun’s face, Wang Ba stepped forward and whispered to him, “This participant arrived a few days early, but I still need to take good care of him.”

After observing him for a long time and finally confirming that he was indeed a participant, Song Yun said, “You should go and rest for now to save your strength for the competition in a few days.

As for the things you might want to calculate, you wouldn’t be able to.”

“Impossible, I am ranked eighth on the Dragon List.

I know the future for the next five hundred years and the history of the past five hundred years.

Tell me, what is it that you want to calculate?” Old Luo said indignantly.

Song Yun took another good look at Old Luo.

Other than looking a bit disreputable, there was nothing remarkable about him; he certainly did not exude the aura of a mystical Taoist.

His Daoist robe was loose and sloppy, which only added to the aversion Song Yun felt.

Overall, the man seemed like a charlatan from the Martial World.

Song Yun could hardly believe that such a person was actually ranked eighth on the Dragon List.

“Since you insist, why not try to predict my future?” Song Yun said with a sneer.

“That’s easy, let me calculate it for you,” Old Luo said cheerfully, clapping his hands.

Old Luo, quite unabashed, sat down next to Song Yun, mumbling to himself while his thumb moved continuously over his other four fingers.

Seeing this, Song Yun moved a bit farther away from Old Luo; who knew if this bastard would lose his temper and attack him if his calculations were inaccurate.

“Ah, your life is really full of trials and tribulations.

You even have an impending disaster involving blood in the near future.

This…

well,” Old Luo rubbed his fingers continuously, even a fool would know it was now time to give money.

“What else?” Song Yun asked with a light smile.

“Such heavenly secrets should not be divulged.

You better take care of yourself these days,” Old Luo said with a sheepish smile when he saw he couldn’t coax any money from Song Yun.

“If you don’t make your predictions clear today, I will use my authority as a special agent of the National Security Bureau to cancel your competition qualifications and charge you with the crime of challenging the dignity of the state with superstitions,” Song Yun stated calmly.

“You can’t do that, sir!

I have young and old to care for.

I’ve learned this skill only with great difficulty; you can’t just cancel my qualification,” Old Luo grabbed Song Yun, rubbing his tears and snot on him.

Suppressing the urge to kick him away, Song Yun said, “Then tell me what else you have figured out?”

Old Luo slurped up the snot hanging from his nose and said, “Actually, your fate is very difficult to calculate.

It’s the kind of divination result that diviners least want to see.”

“Oh?

What else?”

“When I calculated, I only saw flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water—seemingly within reach, yet untouchable, utterly unclear and confusing,” Old Luo explained.

“Forget it, forget it.

Since you’ve spoken so earnestly, I won’t cancel your qualification.

You go and rest.

I need some quiet time,” Song Yun said, frowning.

After familiarizing himself with the competition venue, Song Yun and Old Luo left the nightclub.

Old Luo, seeing Song Yun’s worried look, couldn’t help but laugh, “What’s the matter?

Did that old Taoist’s words scare you?”

“That’s not it.

His prediction was quite accurate.

A long time ago, the head of Wudang Mountain had told me similar things,” Song Yun shrugged and said, “Only heaven knows what my fate is.”

“You’re a young man; why do you speak as if you’re as old as I am?

Bring some vigor into your life.

Don’t always appear so gloomy and deep; it’s not good for your future,” Old Luo patted Song Yun’s shoulder and said.

“Ha ha ha, you don’t need to comfort me.

I’m not good at many things, but I certainly don’t believe in fate,” Song Yun said playfully.

“That’s good.

Forgive this old man for asking, but how are things going between you and your lady?” Old Luo asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows and a chuckle.

Ah, this old man is also incorrigible.

Song Yun hadn’t even replied when his phone rang.

“What’s up, Black Flood Dragon?”

“Your two assistants have arrived, and they’ve been fussing and asking to see you.

I’m getting a headache from all their noise,” Black Flood Dragon sighed on the other end.

“Oh?

Who came?

They must be quite a handful to have you in such a state,” Song Yun asked, intrigued.

“Your second brother, Li Tang, and your third brother, Zhao Yan.

Big brother, I beg you, please take them off my hands.

I really can’t stand another second with them.

Your second brother, Li Tang, is just TMD like a fortune teller.

If I want to hit him, he says he’ll summon spirits to deal with me.

My goodness, hey, Zhao Yan, dammit, don’t snatch the phone from me.”

Song Yun listened and couldn’t help but laugh.

Good, the old man was truly his own master, as close as could be, sending him two capable generals directly.

It seemed his good days were just around the corner.

“Hello, hello, hello, big brother, where are you now?

It’s all second brother’s fault.

We had a plane but he insisted on showing off here, saying he could locate you with a Compass.

Damn, we circled half the globe before finding this place,” Zhao Yan complained indignantly.

“Ha ha, it’s great that you two arrived.

Come to the base tonight, and I’ll treat you to dinner,” Song Yun said with a smile, lighting a cigarette.

“Alright, we’ll see you later, he he.

I heard from Black Flood Dragon that you got engaged recently.

You even got in a fury for your belle a few days ago,” Zhao Yan teased.

“Get lost, you rascal.

You’re always scheming.

I’m telling you, she’s not easy to fool.

You better not try to cozy up to her; I’m afraid she won’t be able to resist hitting you,” Song Yun joked with a laugh.

“Alright, see you at the base later.”

After hanging up the phone, Song Yun drew in a long breath, spirited and buoyant.

The one who had just been speaking was his third brother, who had learned finance from a young financier, mastering everything from minor financial fraud to major transnational financial scams, thus becoming unbeatable in financial warfare.

After defrauding his mentor’s company severely, he joined Song Yun’s mercenary group to handle logistics.

With him around, Song Yun surely wouldn’t lack money.

As for the second brother, Li Tang, about whom Black Flood Dragon spoke with such exasperation, he had been sent to Wudang’s Yimei Dao from a young age by the old man.

Spending his days reciting incomprehensible phrases with a group of old men, he was known in the Martial World as the foremost diviner, said to possess insight beyond both heaven and earth, truly a grandmaster of the Yimei Dao.