109: Chapter 108 Traitor 109: Chapter 108 Traitor Song Yun looked at the joyous scene at home and suddenly felt a sense of warmth, far better than the oppressive atmosphere of being surrounded by a bunch of big men with Black Flood Dragon every day.
Comfortably seated on the sofa, Song Yun was indeed enjoying an Emperor Level treatment he normally couldn’t get.
If he wanted water, someone would feed it to him; if he desired fruit, someone would peel it; and if his shoulders ached, Qingluan would even give them a rub for him.
This was life!
Oh, how I love life!
If I could live like this every day, Song Yun thought, he could die ten years earlier without any regrets.
“Song Yun, why don’t you just take a healing potion for yourself?” Qingluan said while massaging Song Yun’s shoulders, looking at him puzzled.
Right, why did I forget about the potion?
Since the conflict for the Dragon Elephant List, all the optimized gene potions had gone to Qingluan, while the fighting and healing potions had been set aside by him.
Wasn’t today the best time to use one?
If he took the healing potion, his body would recover today, but then this special treatment would no longer be available.
Song Yun was in quite the dilemma.
Medicine is what I want indeed, but so are the beauties.
Alas, one can’t have it both ways.
In the end, Song Yun still took the healing potion.
Due to the dramatic acceleration of his physical fitness, Song Yun’s body was almost fully recovered by the evening, which made him appreciate the power of technology.
Late in the evening, after finishing dinner, Song Yun told the ladies he was feeling unwell and then retreated to his room.
Changing his clothes, he locked the door from the inside and found his way out through a secret exit.
Song Yun left the residential complex, hailed a taxi, and headed for the gang’s headquarters.
Upon his arrival, Black Flood Dragon personally came out to greet him, “Boss, we have found some leads.
There’s someone else’s dog that has slipped in among us.”
“Have you figured out who it is?” Song Yun asked curiously.
After all, the issue had just been raised less than 24 hours ago, and he was amazed at the speed of their efficiency.
“Of course.
Such trivial matters are easily handled.
Wang Hu and his guys barely started to investigate and already figured out a few people,” Black Flood Dragon said, leading Song Yun to the conference room they usually used for high-level meetings.
Song Yun sat at the head of the conference room, looking down at the people below and said, “Bring the man in.”
Wang Hu nodded, signalled with a hand gesture, and said, “Bring that little bastard in.”
Several muscular men pushed a middle-aged man into the room.
The man was somewhat chubby, but there was a malicious look in his eyes.
Upon entering, his face was soaked with sweat, pale as could be; he continuously wiped the sweat from his neck and forehead with a handkerchief from his shirt pocket.
Song Yun took a dagger from a subordinate and abruptly stuck it on the table, then casually leaned against it, gazing at the man lazily.
After a moment, the middle-aged man’s sweat poured in even greater amounts, and he wiped it away with more urgency.
Seeing that Song Yun still looked at him with an unfocused gaze, he tremblingly said, “Mr.
Song, I…
I really didn’t do anything to betray the gang.”
Song Yun opened his mouth, yawning, pulled the dagger from the table, and flicked his wrist.
The dagger whistled past the middle-aged man’s cheek and embedded itself in the wall.
Song Yun coldly said, “Don’t speak.
If I want to know something, I’ll ask you.
Of course, I have my thoughts as well.”
“Yes, yes, I won’t talk,” the middle-aged man said, his heart pounding with fear.
If the dagger had deviated even slightly, he would’ve been singing hallelujahs on his way to meet Jesus by now.
Song Yun grabbed a pencil from the table, propping his legs on the conference table and spacing out once more.
The pencil in Song Yun’s hand spun faster and faster, and suddenly it flew out due to his loose grip.
Regaining his focus, Song Yun glanced at the man and asked indifferently, “Do you have any last words?”
“Ah?” The middle-aged man seemed startled and said, “Boss Song, I am loyal to you, utterly without a hint of betrayal.”
“Are you all done?” Song Yun said with a smile, “Whether you have other intentions or not, I don’t know and don’t care.
How could I possibly dig out all the secrets in your heart?
I’m not your parents, always worrying about what bothers their child.”
“Mr.
Song, my conscience is clear as sun and moon, if you don’t believe me, rip it out and see for yourself,” the middle-aged man cried out on the floor.
“Then let’s rip it out and see,” Song Yun said nonchalantly.
The words hung in the air, leaving everyone in the room stunned.
The middle-aged man was cursing inwardly for making such a remark.
Why did he wishfully speak those words?
He was playing straight into Song Yun’s hands.
This scene was humorous in its own right.
Didn’t television dramas always play out this way?
A traitor who utters such a declaration of loyalty always gets a reprieve in the end.
Now, having delivered the line even better than some would-be screen deities, why didn’t Song Yun believe it?
Wasn’t he following the script?
“Just kidding with you,” Song Yun laughed heartily at the man’s embarrassed expression.
Song Yun extended his hand, and an observant subordinate promptly placed a cigarette between Song Yun’s fingers.
It was just a seven-yuan pack of Hongtashan, not the best brand, yet Song Yun didn’t mind and put it in his mouth, while the subordinate promptly lit it for him.
Song Yun took a deep drag, exhaling dense smoke, and said, “The only downside of home is you can’t smoke whenever you want.
It’s more comfortable here.
Smoke whenever you want, drink whenever you want, and kill…
whenever you want.” Song Yun’s demeanor completely changed as he spoke the last words.
Transforming from a lazy boy-next-door to a demon who seemed to have taken countless lives, Song Yun took the cigarette out and offered it to the middle-aged man, “Want a drag?”
The middle-aged man’s lips trembled as he took a puff.
Song Yun stood up, pulled the dagger from the wall, and said, “Some people just don’t know what’s good for them.
I treat them well, and they betray me.
What do you think we should do with this?”
The subordinates started shouting in unison, “Dump him in the river!”
Song Yun raised his hands to silence them and said, “Dumping him in the river is too cruel.
Just take him out and press a tortoise.”
Song Yun’s face was impassive as he turned and sat down.
The middle-aged man rushed to Song Yun, grabbing his leg and sobbing, “Brother Song, Mr.
Song, I was wrong, I was really wrong.
I was just pulling strings among them, I didn’t do anything to let you or the gang down.”
The middle-aged man continued to kowtow, tears, and snot covering the floor.
Song Yun kicked him away in disgust and said, “Because of your little string-pulling, our plan to expand into the city now has to be delayed by half a year.
Do you have any idea how much that will cost us in lost profits?”