Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 34 - 34 33 Talk the Talk Fight the Fight

34: Chapter 33 Talk the Talk, Fight the Fight 34: Chapter 33 Talk the Talk, Fight the Fight “Ow, ow.” Huang Mao now lacked even the strength to speak; all he could do was groan intermittently to ease the pain inflicted by Song Yun.

Brother Five was startled and looked at him, thinking to himself how such a slim young man could have such explosive power.

Brother Five crouched down and prodded Huang Mao’s wound, which elicited a round of complaints from Huang Mao, but deep down, Brother Five felt a chill; oh no, Huang Mao’s shoulder and collarbone were completely shattered, and he could no longer feel one of the bones—it was probably crushed into powder.

At this thought, Brother Five’s heart started pounding; what kind of terrifying force would it take to do that to Huang Mao’s bones, the hardest substance in the body?

Brother Five began to reassess Song Yun, only to see him looking back with a relaxed face, prompting him to hastily exclaim, “Young man, the things I said earlier were a bit rash; I hope you don’t take them to heart.

Let’s just leave things as they are.

If you ever mention my name, Brother Five, outside, there will still be people who give you some respect.

But if that’s not acceptable, then do not blame us for being ruthless.”

“When I first arrived, I said I wanted to see your boss.

You didn’t call him for me, and now all this trouble is your fault.

Besides, if it had taken a few more minutes, your injured brother would definitely have lost his hand,” Song Yun said seriously to Brother Five.

A slap to his head made Brother Five recall Huang Mao’s injury and he urgently instructed his underlings to call for an ambulance.

He checked Huang Mao’s breath and found it weak, with less intake than output, which made him very anxious.

Seeing Brother Five clenching his teeth as if he wished the ambulance would arrive faster, Song Yun thought maybe this guy wasn’t so bad after all, at least he cared about his brothers.

To be a leader like that is not too shabby.

“If you don’t mind, let me take a look.

I learned some first aid when I was young.

Although I can’t guarantee he’ll last for hours, I can buy him tens of minutes.”

Hearing Song Yun’s words was like a ray of sunlight piercing the darkness for Brother Five, and he suddenly saw a glimmer of hope, “If you can save him, I, Xiao Wu, swear that all grievances today will be put aside.”

Now that he needed help, Brother Five dared not call himself the brother, but there were still discontent voices among the crowd behind him.

Song Yun wasn’t in a hurry and just sat down, legs crossed, watching their infighting.

“To save or not to save, it’s up to you.

If you say save, then I’ll save.

If not, I’ll turn around and leave right now.” Seeing Song Yun’s nonchalant manner, Brother Five instantly became desperate and yelled at the crowd behind him, “Shut the hell up!

What’s more important, vengeance or Huang Mao’s life?

If anyone dares to keep yapping and disrupt the rescue, I’ll be the first to chop him down.”

The crowd immediately fell silent; no one dared to utter another word.

Song Yun stood up and shook out his hands, pressing specific acupoints on Huang Mao’s “Sea of Blood,” “Dan Zhong,” and “Yin Channel.”

In less time than it takes to smoke a cigarette, the amount of blood flowing from Huang Mao lessened.

Song Yun wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, “Fortunately, there’s been no major hemorrhage; otherwise, not even a celestial being could save him.”

With his formidable martial prowess and medical skills, Brother Five felt relief and was glad that no large-scale brawl had broken out, otherwise, his own men would not have been enough for Song Yun to warm up!

Brother Five checked Huang Mao’s breathing again and found that the bleeding had stopped and his breath had stabilized.

Seeing this made Brother Five eager to get on Song Yun’s good side, “Young brother, thank you for saving Huang Mao.

On his behalf, I say he owes you his life.”

“No need.

Just have your boss come see me quickly; otherwise, there’s nothing to discuss.” Upon hearing this, Brother Five became disheartened; his own boss was as elusive as a dragon, vanishing without a trace.

Who knew where he had gone off to.

“Ai ya yi, Song Yun you little bugger, you come here without a word, and you turn my restaurant into such a mess, careful I tattle to your old man!”

Hearing this voice with a touch of frivolity yet an air of righteousness, Song Yun stood up, lifted the chair he was sitting on like a soccer player flicking a ball, turned around, and kicked the chair away.

Brother Five saw this and felt out of his depth.

Who would just start brawling upon arrival—it was almost more thuggish than the mafia.

With a thud, the chair crashed into the figure behind the scenes, kicking up a cloud of dust.

“Pfft…cough cough, dammit Song Yun, not only did you wreck my place, but now you’re attacking me too?” the backstage boss waved his sleeve, dispersing dust denser than Beijing smog.

“Xie Xing, oh Xie Xing, you’ve really grown some guts.

When I was fighting your underlings outside just now, did you enjoy the show from afar?

And you accuse me of wrecking your place; I’m almost inclined to tear it down, and you still want to tattle?

Have you no more ambition than this?” Song Yun squinted his eyes, emitting a glint of cold light as he spoke icily.

This toppled Brother Five’s worldview; it turned out that everything the young man said was true.

That meant he was several ranks below him, and such presumptuous behavior might earn him a tongue-lashing from the boss, which made Brother Five sweat profusely.

“Lil’ Brother, shouldn’t you be sobbing and clinging to my leg, exclaiming how long it’s been since we last met?” Song Yun shamelessly said.

“What ‘lil’ brother’?

What ‘big brother’?

These are just childhood titles, okay?

Just because my master is a generation below your master, you can’t ridicule me like this,” Xie Xing glared at Song Yun, frustrated and embarrassed, thinking how this jerk had brought up such things in front of his own men.

Even though nobody was talking now, wouldn’t they die laughing later?

“If I took it seriously, I would make you call me ‘Uncle Master,'” Song Yun couldn’t be bothered to bicker with Xie Xing.

He stepped on Brother Five’s shoulder, using it as leverage to fly towards Xie Xing, and with a tight leg, delivered a flying kick to Xie Xing’s chest.

The victim, Xie Xing, did not dare to underestimate him and swiftly rolled away like a donkey, avoiding the attack.

Song Yun’s mid-air move was executed with a speed no ordinary person could match.

With a roar of “Tiger Pounce,” everyone felt their eardrums buzz.

Taking advantage of Xie Xing’s distraction and exposed weakness, Song Yun pinned him down again, the scene was so unsightly it made Li Shishi, a girl, blush.

Song Yun snapped to his feet, and threw a punch towards Xie Xing’s face.

Xie Xing quickly rolled over, dodging the attack, and his punch hit nothing but air.

Song Yun looked at Xie Xing with a smile and teased, “What’s the matter, are you annoyed that I didn’t come to find you as soon as I arrived in Sunan?

How can a big man like you always be whining like a woman?

I’ve been so busy recently; I had no time to come and drink with you.”

“Hmph, as soon as you come today, it’s nothing but trouble,” Xie Xing dusted himself off and from his pocket produced a crushed pack of Hongta Mountain cigarettes and offered one to Song Yun.

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