Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 63 - 63 62 Someone Inside the Bathroom

63: Chapter 62: Someone Inside the Bathroom 63: Chapter 62: Someone Inside the Bathroom “The referee went on stage and loudly announced, ‘Zhu Yeqing wins the Elephant List.'”

Song Yun whispered, “Old Luo, how can that child freely go up on stage?”

“You haven’t figured it out yet?

That child is probably also a competitor, and possibly one of the higher-ranked ones.

Otherwise, would the referee pretend to be indifferent and announce the results?” Old Luo said, pursing his lips.

“That woman is also really ruthless; she wiped out an entire family.

I initially thought she was on the defensive side.” A discontented voice emerged from the crowd.

“A green snake’s mouth hides fangs; a wasp’s tail carries a sting; neither is as venomous as a woman’s heart,” Song Yun sighed.

If that child hadn’t gone on stage just now, Zhu Yeqing would have still killed Duan Hu.

After all, who would want someone lurking like a viper by their side, possibly jumping out to bite at any moment?

The next three contestants were not as ferocious as the first two.

One challenged the person ranked forty-five on the Elephant List and won; another challenged the fortieth and was knocked down; and another was beaten as soon as he stepped on stage, his ribs broken by a single strike.

“This batch of contestants is quite skilled,” Old Luo said, taking a sip of water to moisten his throat.

“That’s for sure.

These folks either maintain their rank to gain national recognition in this competition, or they live fearfully every day, never knowing when they might meet their end in Yellow Springs,” Song Yun said softly.

“To maintain their rankings, they really should bring out some special skills.”

There are top ten masters on the Dragon List.

If these ten were to fight, it wouldn’t end until well after noon the next day, starting from dusk.

It was already two or three o’clock in the morning, so the duels on the Elephant List had to be finished first.

Many people leaped up, immediately filling the large competition platform.

Seeing no standing room left on the platform, the referee cleared his throat and said, “Regarding the upcoming struggle for the Elephant List, I’m sure everyone knows the rules.

The top ten and new entrants do not participate in the melee.

The rest of you organize yourselves into groups, five per team.

You have half an hour to finish.

Afterwards, I will rank you based on your performance on the platform.”

Having watched many fierce battles, Song Yun felt the climax was here and curiously asked Old Luo, “Why does the struggle for the Elephant List feel like gang warfare, with everyone crowding and rushing forward?”

“It’s said that’s the rule set by the founder of the Dragon Elephant List.

When the first competition was held, there were even more participants.

Just thinking about the scene of several hundred people fighting at once is astonishing,” Old Luo said somewhat enviously.

Astonishing?

Song Yun nearly laughed at the mention.

Imagine, hundreds of people squeezing onto the stage—maybe you’d hear Liu San shouting, ‘Li Si, you stepped on my foot!’ while Wang Wu yells, ‘Who’s the bastard pinching me?’ If that were the case, the founder was quite a character.

But neither Song Yun nor Old Luo guessed that the founder of the Dragon Elephant List was annoyed at being surrounded by hundreds when he had just woken up, which is why he established the melee rule.

If Song Yun knew this reason, he would certainly curse the founder for making him waste so many brain cells thinking about it.

Teams of five were already formed on the platform.

These weren’t just simple hooligans; these were genuine masters from the Elephant List.

If a higher-ranked one fighting several lower-ranked players made some sense, it was absolutely impossible for one to fight a group alone now.

This was the time when team support and the ability to recognize talent were essential.

After the match, if you picked good teammates, it was divine assistance; if your teammates were useless, you were out of luck.

Teammates chose each other carefully, fully matching personal with team capabilities.

Some high-ranked contestants preferred ‘tanks’ to take hits upfront while they attacked from behind.

There were also those who liked insidious moves.

Just then, one fellow was twirling a mallet and stealthily shattered a young man’s groin, watching him clutch his crotch as he fell off the platform, Song Yun felt a stab of horror.

Damn, why are today’s masters so unscrupulous?

The contest ended quickly due to the melee, leaving not many still standing on the platform.

The referee stepped forward, noted their current ranks, and praised them greatly.

However, whether their rewards would secretly be docked was another matter.

After announcing the perfect conclusion of the struggle for the Elephant List, the referee, stepping over numerous groaning bodies on the ground, came down saying, “Everyone has worked hard today.

Take a rest tomorrow.

We will hold the Dragon List contest the day after tomorrow, and I hope everyone will come early.”

“Damn, that’s it?” Song Yun exclaimed in surprise.

Where were the vengeful souls shouting ‘Old thief, meet your end’?

Just like that, plain and simple?

Weren’t people said to be incredibly stubborn on the Dragon Elephant List?

Ideals are splendid; reality is harsh.

Those eliminated didn’t dare to protest, each appearing grievously wronged as they secretly wiped away their tears.

Song Yun was so irritated he felt like stomping his foot.

‘Damn it, crying here won’t do you any good.

You might as well learn from Duan Hu and shout ‘Grandpa will be a hero again in eighteen years.’

“Cough, cough, rest assured.

Although you’ve been eliminated, the nation still values you highly and won’t easily give up on you,” the elderly referee shouted.

“You may have lost your ranks, but you will be assigned to serve as instructors in military units across the country.

If you do well, you might even be promoted to officers.

So, your future is bright, though the path is winding.

Only by seizing the right moment can you leap forward in quality.

I ask you, do you still wish to serve your country?”

“We do!” many masters shouted, standing up and clenching their fists.

Motherfucker, this is the classic ‘slap and then a sweet date’ strategy, Song Yun thought to himself.

Without witnessing the violent, bloody scenes he hoped to see, Song Yun felt quite disappointed and asked Old Luo to take him back to the Siheyuan, planning to take a bath and prepare some delicious food to comfort his wounded soul.

“It’s already past three in the morning; Li Shishi must be asleep by now,” Song Yun muttered to himself as he pushed open the gate and walked into the Siheyuan.

As expected, Li Shishi had guessed that Song Yun would return late, so she had left the door for him but didn’t wait up.

“Sigh, it’s really lonely and cold late at night,” Song Yun grumbled.

He changed his clothes, took a towel, and headed toward the large bathhouse in the courtyard.

Although each room was equipped with a small bathroom, none had a bathtub.

After a tiring day, Song Yun planned to soak in a good bath for a better night’s sleep.

However, just as he approached the bathroom door, he suddenly stopped, perked up his ears, and listened intently.

“There’s someone in the bathroom.” Raising an eyebrow, Song Yun was pleasantly surprised as he tiptoed closer to the bathroom.