205: Chapter 204: I’ll Carry You 205: Chapter 204: I’ll Carry You “The world is in such chaos nowadays, what kind of riffraff dares to rob people in broad daylight?
Aren’t they afraid of dying in the streets one day?” Song Yun stretched his muscles and stepped out from the shadows.
Upon seeing Song Yun, a glimmer of hope flashed through Xiao Qing’s eyes.
“Senior Brother Song, please save me quick.”
“Xiaoqing, just stay put, and watch how Senior Brother Song shows his might.” Song Yun said suavely, having had enough of the suffocation in front of those two women earlier.
Besides, he didn’t dare to lose his temper since the women’s martial skills were stronger than his.
A few slaps from them weren’t a joking matter.
“You know each other?” The leader of the group sneered at Song Yun’s slender frame.
“Kid, stop trying to play the hero.
That’s not popular anymore.”
“Sorry to disappoint you.
Do you want to leave your arms here today, or your legs?” Song Yun smiled harmlessly.
“Or maybe you’d rather leave your entire selves here?”
The man pulled out a folding knife and waved it threateningly in front of Song Yun.
“Beat it, or you’ll suffer the consequences.”
Song Yun shook his head in response.
Seeing Song Yun’s unyielding expression, the leader surreptitiously signaled his henchmen, and the three of them spread out, beginning to encircle him.
Truth be told, touching such filth was too dirty for him; a bunch of societal parasites with neither proper income nor formidable force.
Their only assets were a thick face and lustful hearts, he couldn’t fathom why such people even existed.
Squinting his eyes, Song Yun’s body moved forward explosively, ramming into the three men.
His arms darted out fiercely, aiming for the throats of two men closest to him.
The throat is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body.
It’s a crucial passageway for breathing located above the windpipe, inside the voice box.
A strike to the throat not only causes immense pain but can also lead to unconsciousness and shock, and in severe cases, death.
Especially for men, due to the presence of the Adam’s apple, the pain from such a blow is unbearable, no less than a strike to the groin.
“Smack”
“Smack”
Two dull thuds rang out as Song Yun grasped one man’s throat with one hand, and with a kick, sent the skinny man who tried to sneak up on him to his knees.
Planting his foot on the man’s head, he casually threw the other two men aside.
“Now, I’ll ask you again, are you leaving your arms or your legs?” Song Yun asked the group’s leader, lounging indifferently.
“Let me go, and I won’t trouble you.
Let’s just part ways,” the man holding the knife began to tremble.
Damn it, this guy was a bit too freaky, right?
Before he could even grasp how skilled Song Yun was, three of his brothers were already lying on the ground.
“I’m asking you one last time, do you want to keep your arms or your legs?
If you don’t answer, I’ll make the decision for you.” A cold light flashed in Song Yun’s eyes as he spoke indifferently.
“I dislike wasting words on trash like you who don’t have a proper job and are willing to mess around, not knowing when you might end up dead.”
“Motherfucker, you dare look down on me!” the man yelled, but his body remained motionless.
He wasn’t a fool; it was clear from Song Yun’s movements that he was much more professional at fighting than them.
And after hearing what Song Yun said, like them, he was only mixed up in this life for some easy money.
Today, when they went out for a walk and saw Xiao Qing, lust took over, hoping for an easy target.
But instead of getting lucky, three of his men were beaten down.
Watching his brothers writhing in pain on the ground, the man felt stifled.
Since you didn’t answer my question, I’ll take an arm and a leg.” Moving like a gust of wind, Song Yun quickly approached the man, grabbed one of his arms with lightning speed, and, using a Tai Chi move called Fan Tong Arm, dislocated it.
Without pausing, his left foot stomped fiercely on the man’s knee, breaking it in two with a crack, and the man fainted from the pain without even a scream.
“If you don’t want to see your boss die here today, you better keep up the act,” Song Yun said, smiling at the little thugs still groaning on the ground after finishing his smooth sequence of moves.
“You guys think you have the strength to mess around in society without any real power?
I really wonder if your brains are filled with holes.”
Although those hooligans were shameless, it didn’t mean they had no sense of embarrassment.
One by one, they got up with flushed faces and ran away with their boss, as if it were a matter of life and death.
Today, they really had met their match, unsure if their boss was still alive, whether he could continue to lead them to make money.
If he really ended up crippled, what would they do?
“Senior Brother Song, thank you,” Xiao Qing said, running towards Song Yun and then leaping into his embrace.
She had been terrified just now, ready to fight those hooligans to the death if Senior Brother Song hadn’t appeared in time.
“There, there, you weren’t scared, were you?” Song Yun hugged Xiao Qing, gently stroking her hair, asking tenderly.
Some girls might not seem noteworthy and lack presence, but they always emit a fragile aura that makes you want to protect them, care for them.
Xiao Qing was such a girl—seemingly timid and weak, but to Song Yun, she was his favorite.
“No, I felt relieved the moment I saw Senior Brother Song,” Xiao Qing said with a silly smile.
“By the way, why did you leave the crowd and come to such a remote place?” Song Yun asked as he looked at her.
“Society is so chaotic now, and alleys like this are the most likely places for trouble.”
“My sandal broke, and I was going back to the hotel to change shoes before returning.
I never expected to run into trouble like this,” Xiao Qing sniffled slightly, her eyes reddening.
Looking down, Song Yun saw it was true; the strap of Xiao Qing’s left flip-flop had broken, and she was hobbling painfully.
“You don’t have any slippers at the hotel?
If you’d worn sneakers, you’d probably end up with sand all over them by the time you got back.”
“What should I do then?
I can’t just spend the night outside like this,” Xiao Qing said gloomily.
“Just buy another pair.
There’s a night market all along the street next to the beach at night; they should sell flip-flops,” Song Yun said as he squatted down.
“Come on, I’ll carry you over.”
Xiao Qing, blushing, leaned on Song Yun’s back and whispered, “You really helped me out today, Senior Brother Song.”