611: 600 611: 600 I must say, Song Yun could only remain a sleazy person his whole life.
Generally, martial artists would never think to use such a powerful sixth sense to pry into others’ affairs.
Thinking about it, Song Yun grew more and more excited.
He sat up suddenly and touched his left ribcage, which was wrapped in bandages.
The flesh underneath was healing rapidly.
Just then, Song Yun suddenly felt a strong dizzy spell coming on.
This is!!
Song Yun was very familiar with this dizzy feeling.
Every time he took the medicine, his body would undergo a qualitative leap, but the only downside was the severe dizziness during the transformation.
In a panic, Song Yun lay on the bed, but the dizziness intensified, so much so that it made him feel nauseous!
After who knows how long, the dizziness finally completely disappeared, and Song Yun suddenly opened his closed eyes.
“Hey, I don’t feel any difference!” Song Yun touched his arms and legs.
After this spell of dizziness, it seemed he hadn’t gained any special abilities.
He couldn’t fly or tunnel through the earth.
Could this thing be like a placebo?
Each time used, it only caused these aftereffects?
Song Yun moved his body again and, finding truly no change, lay back down with a bit of disappointment.
Not long after, Qingluan returned to the room, holding a light blue potion in her hand.
“This is from Mr.
Song, drink it,” Qingluan said as she handed the potion to Song Yun, who looked at Qingluan pleadingly and whined, “I’m weak, can’t drink it myself.
Feed me, will you?”
Under Song Yun’s coquettish pestering, Qingluan finally relented and fed him the potion.
Being fed by a beauty was truly delightful.
Breathing in Qingluan’s faint scent, Song Yun felt revitalized—his back stopped aching, his legs stopped hurting, he felt he could sprint up five flights of stairs.
“What about the villa?
What did you tell Shishi?” Song Yun asked.
“I just said you had some business to take care of.
Shishi knows quite a bit about your affairs, so she didn’t ask much,” Qingluan chuckled.
“That’s good.
Sigh, these past couple of days, did they miss me?” Song Yun asked shyly.
“Not really, Yueyue and the others were having a great time playing with Wangcai, bringing him all around town,” Qingluan explained.
“These little rascals,” Song Yun shook his head.
As the two chatted, at Sunan Airport, a man in his fifties with a backpack half his height walked out.
He wore camouflage pants and a jacket, appearing neither thin nor fat, with cool sunglasses and a small tuft of beard on his chin, giving him quite the character.
If it were just the looks, he could be considered cool, but there was something more—his presence exuded a unique aura that commanded respect, deeply ingrained, not just superficial.
No one came within a three-and-a-half-meter radius of him.
What was most striking was his explosive hairstyle, instilling a sense of authority and dominance as people passed him by.
He held the large backpack in one hand and a mobile phone in the other.
“I wonder how that kid Song Yun is doing,” the man muttered as he scrolled through his phone’s contacts and dialed Song Yun’s number.
Song Yun was deeply engaged in a conversation with Qingluan about the impact of regional warfare in the Middle East on the economy, the upcoming second great depression, and the rising prices at the local bun shop.
Hearing the phone ring, Qingluan stood up, walked to the side, and brought over Song Yun’s phone.
Song Yun looked at the incoming call and his expression turned perplexing.
“Hello,” Song Yun answered softly.
“Yun Yun, haha, miss me?” a rugged voice boomed from the other end.
“My goodness, it’s really you?
Of course, I missed you,” Song Yun responded joyously.
“Haha, since you missed me, come see me.
I just got back from abroad, I’m at Sunan Airport!”
“Well, I will arrange for someone to pick you up right away,” Song Yun replied.
“What do you mean?
Your uncle is here, and you aren’t coming to pick me up personally?
How can this be!” the voice on the phone expressed discontent.
Song Yun’s face showed a rare hint of fear as he quickly responded, “Well, uncle, I’ve been injured recently and can’t move around easily, so I can’t come myself.”
“What!
Who injured you?” the voice on the phone suddenly erupted, making Song Yun quickly move the phone away from his ear.
“It’s nothing serious, that person is dead now.
But really, I can’t move, so I had to send someone else.”
“That’s fine.
Where are you now?
I’ll come over right away.”
“Qingluan, where are we?” Song Yun whispered.
“We’re at Furong Road, Building 11, Apartment A405,” Qingluan replied.
“Uncle, I’m currently at Furong Road, Building 11, Apartment A405,” Song Yun relayed honestly.
“Alright, I’m on my way.” The call ended abruptly.
“Song Yun, you have an uncle?” Qingluan asked curiously, aware of many details of Song Yun’s life but unaware of his uncle.
“Yeah, my uncle is not someone to mess with.
Apparently, he had some disagreements with my master and went abroad to become a mercenary.
When I started my career as a mercenary, he taught me everything until I returned to Huaxia and lost contact.
I never expected he’d show up now,” Song Yun mused, smacking his lips.
“This uncle of yours sounds interesting.
What’s his name?” Qingluan inquired.
“He never told me, but once when I was on a mission with him, I heard people referring to him as Tyrant,” Song Yun pondered then replied.
“Tyrant?!” Qingluan’s face shifted slightly.
“What, is my uncle famous or something?” Song Yun asked curiously.
“I’ve heard my master mention that in the mercenary world, there’s a man referred to by others as the foremost mercenary of Huaxia, and his nickname is Tyrant!” Qingluan’s tone grew serious.
“The foremost mercenary of Huaxia?
That doesn’t sound quite right.
My uncle might occasionally have a bad temper and act carelessly, but overall, he’s generally kind-hearted.
After my master went to Africa to find me, he left.
My master told me my uncle almost got expelled from our sect because he wouldn’t train properly,” Zhao Tiezhu explained.
“We’ll see when he arrives!” Qingluan didn’t say much more, but her expression remained odd, or perhaps perplexed.