173: Chapter 172: Airport Tyrant 173: Chapter 172: Airport Tyrant Song Yun was here discussing how to seize certain positions of power with the elder when suddenly a phone call came for him.
Song Yun had two cell phones: one for external affairs and another, known to only a few, was an internal number.
And it was this internal number that rang.
Song Yun answered, “Hello, who is this?”
“Is this Song Yun?” Jue Wu, the monk, asked timidly.
It was his first time making a call, and he was somewhat excited.
“Yes, who is this?”
“I am Jue Wu from Inner Shaolin.
My senior brother is Master Guo Liang.
He told me to come to Sunan City to find you, to help me investigate my origins,” Jue Wu said.
“But I’ve run into a bit of trouble; it seems I’m surrounded by some people who say they’re going to beat me.”
Song Yun held his phone and thought for a moment.
Guo Liang was a prominent figure in Buddhism, having once saved Song Yun’s life when he had left his own mentor to travel society.
So, he had left his number with Master Guo Liang for future contact.
Now, this person claiming to be Master Guo Liang’s disciple had called him.
Whether true or false, Song Yun felt obligated to check it out, understanding the principle that a favor should be repaid.
After learning the caller’s location, Song Yun turned to Mr.
Song with an apologetic smile and said, “Second Grandpa, I have something urgent to attend to.
Please rest here; I’ll come back after I’m done.”
“You do your thing, don’t worry about this old bag of bones,” Mr.
Song waved his hand.
“We’ve discussed everything necessary today, and I still have to pave some paths for you in the boundaries of Sunan, so just head home after you’re done.
I’ll be leaving tomorrow, and you don’t have to see me off to avoid giving sly people a chance to take advantage.”
After agreeing, Song Yun left the meeting room and summoned Li Tang, who was sitting under a tree smoking silently.
The two drove to the airport in Sunan City.
“Boss, who could possibly be important enough for you to personally pick up?” Li Tang asked, puzzled.
Now a top figure in the Huaxia hierarchy, apart from people of Mr.
Song’s status, Li Tang really couldn’t think of anyone else who could make his proud boss pick them up.
“Just a monk,” Song Yun replied, clearly not in the mood for conversation, and leaned back in the car seat to rest.
Upon arriving at the airport, they saw a crowd from afar.
Pushing through, Song Yun found a bald monk standing in front of a woman, clearly upset by the threats from some hoodlums opposite him.
Song Yun grabbed the monk’s hand and announced, “No more show, everyone disperse.”
Seeing Song Yun, the monk tilted his head and asked, “Are you Song Yun?”
“Yes, tell me what happened today,” Song Yun calmly said, then glanced briefly at Bai Fumei.
The monk recounted everything, and after listening, Song Yun rubbed his forehead and said, “Leave this matter to me, take the woman and leave.”
“No, I must stand my ground here,” Jue Wu solemnly replied.
“I have to break that bastard’s legs.”
“Oh?” Song Yun asked, raising his eyebrows curiously.
“Isn’t it said that monks should embrace compassion?
Isn’t your anger against Buddhist philosophy?”
“Although our Buddhist duty is to consider all living beings, that guy just said he wanted to break my legs.
I can’t tolerate it, nor can I lie to myself, so I need to return the favor.”
Song Yun gave Jue Wu a thumbs up, recognizing the monk as a promising young man.
His current behavior was surely much better than that of some hypocritical monks.
Anyone who doesn’t fight back when hit is no longer human, right?
Although monks aim to achieve enlightenment, they aren’t Buddhas yet, so as humans, they should act according to worldly principles rather than always appearing aloof and nauseating.
Mr.
Gao, seeing Song Yun approach, knew Song Yun was here to defend the monk.
He waved his hand, and a dozen men charged towards Song Yun, but before they could even touch his clothes, they were intercepted by Li Tang.
It had been a frustrating day, not just being forced by that old man to lead the way, but also being slapped.
Now was indeed a good time to vent.
With a few punches and kicks, Li Tang knocked the delinquents down.
Song Yun walked up, grabbed Mr.
Gao by the neck, and smiled, “Kid, aren’t you going to offer some compensation today?
Our man here claims a leg.”
“I…
my father is Gao Hu,” Mr.
Gao shouted loudly, as if everyone knew who his father was.
Song Yun shook his head, “I don’t know who your father is.
Li Tang, do you know him?”
Li Tang also shook his head, indicating he didn’t know, but Bai Fumei did.
She hesitantly said to Song Yun, “Gao Hu is the police chief of this precinct, and this Mr.
Gao here is the local bully.”
“A bully, you think you are a video game console?” Song Yun laughed loudly, slapping Mr.
Gao on the head.
“Your dad is just a small police chief.
Stop talking big.
Tell you what, either pay up or pick a leg to lose.”
As Song Yun and Mr.
Gao were about to bond over their misadventure, the airport security arrived.
Dressed in uniform and armed with batons, they hurried over, and the head of security, recognizing Mr.
Gao, was shocked.
He knew this bully well: typically a terror in his father’s precinct.
How could he be getting beat up today?
Though he didn’t want to get involved, news of Mr.
Gao being beaten at the airport had reached his father, Gao Hu, potentially spelling disaster for him.
With a sigh, the security head approached and shouted, “What’s all this about?”
“Come help me, my dad is Gao Hu,” Mr.
Gao yelled at the security head.
“They’re trying to blackmail me and even threatened to break my legs.”
Of course, I know your dad is Gao Hu.
If he were just some commoner, I wouldn’t bother stepping into this mess.
The security head pulled out his baton and shouted, “Let Mr.
Gao go, and we can let this go.
If you resist, don’t blame me for being ruthless.
Just so you know, kid, I used to be known as Hunjiang Xiaobailong in the underworld.”
Song Yun, tired of such idiotic dialogues, thought, ‘Who in their right mind would release a hostage?
Haven’t they seen in the movies that when hostages are involved, listening to the police can only lead to a dead end?’