Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 74 - 74 73 I am a man of integrity

74: Chapter 73 I am a man of integrity 74: Chapter 73 I am a man of integrity “Um…

Qingluan, don’t be mad, let’s just have a proper talk first,” Song Yun said with a forced smile.

He had to grin and bear it, fearing that the girl would slap him on the head and that would be the end of him.

Watching Qingluan batting her big eyes at him, Song Yun swallowed his saliva and said, “Qingluan, tell me why you won’t let me go.

If it’s because you regret conceding and letting me hold the second rank on the Dragon List, we can switch it back tomorrow.”

“Who cares about a ranking on the Dragon List,” Qingluan said with a toss of her head, feigning an air of arrogance.

“I want to be on the War God List.”

“Of course, of course, with Qingluan being so formidable, it’s only right for you to aim for the War God List.

You’re high and mighty, so please spare me and let me off the hook,” Song Yun said dryly.

“No can do,” Qingluan replied, utterly resolute.

“Then just tell me what it’ll take to let me go,” Song Yun said through gritted teeth.

“You have to buy me dinner, I’m hungry,” Qingluan said with a pitiful look, her big eyes suddenly misting over as if Song Yun’s refusal would be the worst mistake ever.

“Alright, alright, get in the car, and I’ll treat you to some late-night snacks,” Song Yun said with a smile, relieved that he wasn’t being asked to sell his body.

With the winnings of his victory tonight in hand, Song Yun drove to a regular street food stall.

“Boss, give us thirty skewers of lamb first, then five large kidneys, and some grilled vegetables too.

Oh, and bring a few bottles of chilled beer,” Song Yun shouted to the stall owner.

“This place looks really lively,” Qingluan remarked with rising excitement.

“Have you never had street food before?” At this, Song Yun wanted to slap his own mouth; what he said was surely blathering nonsense—the second-ranked fighter on the Dragon List couldn’t possibly be like him.

“My master never lets me eat this kind of thing, saying it’s dirty,” Qingluan pouted.

“Oh,” Song Yun murmured, taking a sip of beer before asking, “Who’s ranked first on the Dragon List?

Why didn’t I see him make an appearance today?”

Qingluan shook her head, “All I know is his name is Hou.

I’ve never actually seen him in person either.

I’ve just heard that he’s held the top rank on the Dragon List for over a decade now, no one’s been able to challenge his position in all those years.”

“That impressive?” Song Yun asked, astounded.

“Right, right.

When I first made it to the second rank on the Dragon List, I wanted to challenge him, but the referee said I wasn’t strong enough to merit an appointment and that made me so mad I beat up the referee,” Qingluan said naively, as if beating up a referee was a trivial matter.

“You…

beat up the referee.” Song Yun was well aware that these referees were not to be trifled with—old and slippery, with profound inner strength.

He hadn’t expected this girl to be so strong.

“Actually, all these people are just passing clouds to me.

There’s only one expert in my eyes, and in this lifetime I must surpass him,” Qingluan spoke with a tight grasp of her small hand, swearing determinedly.

“Which expert has garnered such respect from Miss Qingluan?” Song Yun asked playfully.

He might have been an assassin, but the information he had access to was work-related, and he rarely knew about these top fighters.

“Azure Dragon,” Qingluan said seriously.

“Azure Dragon is simply a martial arts prodigy.

He bypassed the Dragon List as a stepping stone and directly challenged the masters on the War God List, eventually securing the third place.

He’s truly the idol in my heart.”

As they spoke, the skewers were served.

Since Song Yun and the stall owner were very familiar with each other, the owner even threw in a few extra skewers of beef tendon for them to try.

After a few rounds of drinks, Song Yun hadn’t realized this girl could actually drink.

She gulped down bottle after bottle without pausing for breath, more macho than any man.

Before long, Qingluan got drunk, and Song Yun had nothing to do with it.

He even kindly advised Qingluan to stop drinking, but she wouldn’t listen, and if he talked too much, she might punch him.

So, keeping to his principle of avoiding getting hit, Song Yun simply accompanied her in drinking.

Under the disdainful stares of the crowd, Song Yun helped the drunken Qingluan into the car and asked, “Madam, where do you live?

I’ll take you home.”

“I don’t want to go home, I don’t want to,” Qingluan curled up into a ball in the back seat, pouting her lips.

“Miss, it’s late, please tell me where you live, and I’ll take you home.”

“Um, let me think where my home is,” Qingluan mumbled, sucking on her finger.

“I remember now.”

Amid Song Yun’s hopeful gaze, Qingluan decided Song Yun’s car would be her home.

Song Yun wanted to curse and hit somebody—the girl’s drunken tantrums seemed endless.

“Hehe, I’m just teasing you,” Qingluan climbed up from her seat, pinched Song Yun’s face, and fiercely sucked on it, saying, “My home is at Magic Cube District, Building 8, Apartment 203.”

Magic Cube District wasn’t far from where they had drunk, and with few cars on the road at this time, Song Yun drove into the district and parked the car in the complex’s parking lot within ten minutes.

He got out, went around to the back, and opened the door to help Qingluan out.

Magic Cube District was also a high-quality complex, and although it didn’t have the insane amenities Song Yun’s place had, it counted as one of the top-tier areas in Sunan City, especially with a park nearby—housing here sold for a pretty penny.

Qingluan was still drunk and groggy, virtually hanging onto Song Yun, her full chest pressing hard against him.

He could catch an enticing glimpse if he only looked down, which, believing in not missing out on opportunities, he did several times, swallowing his saliva.

After finding Building 8, they climbed the stairs to the second floor and reached Apartment 203.

Song Yun took the keys from Qingluan’s pants and then carried her into the apartment.

The apartment was about a hundred square meters.

The walls were painted pink, and there were fluffy toys and cushions everywhere, especially a giant bear over two meters tall in the living room that amazed Song Yun.

“Wake up, we’re home,” Song Yun shook Qingluan.

She mumbled something and then stopped responding.

Song Yun had no choice but to prop Qingluan on the couch, went to the bathroom to get a basin of water, wetted a towel, and gently laid it on Qingluan’s face.

The cold water brought Qingluan back to some semblance of consciousness.

She glanced weakly at Song Yun and asked, “What are you doing here?”

Damn it, it took me so much effort to bring you home, and now you’re asking me why I’m here?

How do I know why I’m here?

Without you, this nuisance, I’d surely be home by now.

Holding back his irritation, Song Yun spoke kindly, “You got drunk, so I brought you home.”

“Mmm,” Qingluan murmured softly, then said, “What did you do to me, my body feels so hot.”

What the hell could I possibly do to you?

I’m a gentleman; what can I do?

But then remembering he was dealing with a human-shaped tyrannosaur, Song Yun replied humbly, “That’s because you drank too much, so you’re feeling hot.

If you’re hot, then go ahead and take something off.”

Song Yun said this half-jokingly, but to his surprise, Qingluan actually started to strip off her top, revealing not a bra but a pink bandeau underneath.

Song Yun jumped and said, “Oh my goodness, don’t take it off, you might catch a cold and that’s no good.”

“Ah, but I really am so hot, it’s uncomfortable,” Qingluan complained.

Song Yun swallowed and said, “Don’t be like that, I’m a gentleman and won’t be seduced that easily,” he maintained righteously, even as a nosebleed burst forth.

He quickly grabbed a tissue to block his nose.