661: Chapter 650 661: Chapter 650 Song Yun no longer had the luxury of concerning himself with the fate of Liu Neng from the City Management Bureau.
Recently, Song Yun had other matters to attend to, such as the so-called organizational assembly convened by the Shura Alliance tonight, that left him so busy he barely touched the ground.
Of course, this organizational assembly wasn’t the kind where a few organizations came together to divvy up the market shares.
Rather, since the Shura Alliance had become the primary organization in Sunan, they had yet to officially interact with the surrounding organizations.
And for the Shura Alliance’s future development, they inevitably had to interact with these organizations.
Song Yun essentially invited all the notable organizations from the neighboring cities.
As for whether they would attend, that was beyond Song Yun’s control.
Some organizations had past dealings with Gulang and were not too fond of Song Yun’s Shura Alliance, so naturally, they wouldn’t come, but some organizations granted face to Song Yun.
At this moment on the eastern side of Sunan’s airport was a private airport tarmac with a plane painted with white peony patterns parked on it.
The roar of the plane’s engines was gradually decreasing as three figures—Wang Hu, Zhao Yan, and Meng Ku—stood outside the plane, flanked by several black stretch Lincolns.
The three of them were high-ranking members of the Shura Alliance.
The fact that three senior leaders of the Shura Alliance had come out to receive the guests indicated that the guests’ status was not to be underestimated.
The plane’s cabin door opened, and first, several burly men descended from the plane, securing the perimeter.
Then, a man and a woman emerged from the door.
The man wore gold-rimmed glasses and had short, neat hair.
His attire was a simple set of white sportswear, not the typical black trench coat and white shirt of a crime boss as seen on TV.
He emanated a gentle and refined demeanor.
Beside the man was a woman with a cool and aloof air.
Her complexion was unusually pale, almost eerily so.
But this pallor, combined with her icy temperament, gave the woman an understated beauty.
Her hair was neatly pinned up, and she wore a pair of delicate silver snake-shaped earrings.
Her lips were painted a vivid blood red, as if she had just bitten into a fresh wound, giving one a startling impression.
The woman wore a black Cheongsam with gold trim, accentuating a regal and aloof charm.
The side slits of the Cheongsam were neither too low nor too high, offering a hint of the woman’s slender thighs as if coyly veiled.
These two were none other than the leaders of Pudong’s largest organization and the most powerful in the South—Green Sect—known as White Tiger and the Widow, Zhu Yeqing.
Of course, Zhu Yeqing couldn’t truly be called the Widow anymore.
That title had come about due to rumors that she had killed her own man.
But with White Tiger alive and well, the moniker of Widow seemed somewhat inaccurate.
Still, the name Zhu Yeqing was fitting; she had ruled Green Sect with an iron fist and a cold heart for over a decade, becoming well-known throughout all Shen Zhou.
For this reason, many still preferred to call her the Widow Snake.
“Welcome, Boss White Tiger, Boss Zhu Yeqing,” Wang Hu greeted with a slight bow, his face full of smiles as he looked towards the two individuals revered throughout the South and even Shen Zhou.
“Are you Wang Hu?” White Tiger slightly pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up with a single finger and then smiled, “And Zhao Yan, Meng Ku, you three coming out to greet me is quite flattering.”
“As we should,” Wang Hu chuckled, “Who would dare to neglect you, Boss White Tiger, in the South today?”
“Don’t be modest; your Shura Alliance is on quite the upswing now.
I’m aware that many big shots have suffered at the hands of your Boss Song.”
“It was purely incidental,” Wang Hu modestly replied.
They exchanged a few pleasantries, while the black-clothed bodyguards accompanying White Tiger used a device to sweep one of the stretch Lincolns that Wang Hu provided.
Once they were satisfied that everything was in order, White Tiger and Zhu Yeqing got into the vehicles, and the convoy departed.
As soon as they left the airport, several cars followed closely behind the entourage.
Wang Hu glanced at the cars, knowing full well they were there to protect White Tiger and his company.
After all, White Tiger was an esteemed leader in the southern organizations—when traveling, one must be cautious, as countless people likely wished for him and Zhu Yeqing to meet their end.
Indeed, being a leader might seem glamorous, but sometimes life could be less comfortable than that of an average person because one could never be sure whether gunmen were waiting around the next corner.
It might all be glorious now, but the next second could deliver you to Yellow Springs.
White Tiger and Zhu Yeqing checked into their own chosen hotel.
Originally, Wang Hu had hotel arrangements for them, but they declined, and he couldn’t say much.
After all, they were not very familiar with each other, and it was only prudent to be cautious.
Dispensing with any further pleasantries after escorting White Tiger and Zhu Yeqing to their hotel, Wang Hu, Zhao Yan, and the others left.
Not long after, another convoy arrived at the Shura Alliance’s headquarters in the center of Sunan City.
Xuanwu had arrived!
Song Yun personally awaited at the headquarters entrance.
Setting aside the fact that Xuanwu was renowned in Yanjing, having risen together with his father as one of Yanjing’s Five Young Masters, Song Yun was well aware of Xuanwu’s affiliation—both were officers in the Special Operations Division, which made them colleagues.
Thus, Song Yun was intent on making a good impression.
“Brother Xuanwu, your presence alone adds luster to this humble place!” Song Yun called out, approaching the towering figure of Xuanwu as he stepped out of the car.
“Haha, Brother Song Yun, you joke, you joke.
You and Ergou really are the spitting image of each other; you’re undoubtedly father and son,” boomed Xuanwu’s voice like a large bell.
“Someone mentioned you to me before, but who would’ve thought that within only a few months, you’d become the sole player in the Sunan market.
Truly, the younger generation is to be feared.”
Song Yun hastily demurred, attributing it to the support from superiors.
Xuanwu laughed it off without further comment, and the two men entered the Shura Alliance headquarters.
As time passed, more and more people arrived at the headquarters.
Among them was the young leader of the Wen Commerce Association from ZJ, Wang Kai, the leader of a small circle organization from Chaozhou, Da Fei, and the vice president of the Chengwu Society, Cheng Peng!
Of course, the aforementioned were all from relatively large organizations or societies.
There were also many smaller, though well-known, associations and commerce groups that Song Yun had invited.
Gradually, more and more guests arrived at the Shura Alliance headquarters, eventually totaling around ten people—those who were heads of their organizations or had significant sway.
Naturally, Song Yun personally received each one.
These individuals had all come to meet with Song Yun at the Shura Alliance headquarters before returning to the hotels where they were staying.