602: Chapter 591 602: Chapter 591 After hanging up the phone, Song Yun tossed it aside and rummaged through his wardrobe for a while.
At the very back, he pulled out a secret compartment.
As an assassin in the past, he’d always maintained the habit of having hidden compartments, serving as extra safeguards or places to conceal items that weren’t meant to be seen.
This particular compartment housed a human skin mask, a set of tight black clothes, and beside the outfit, there was a dagger that was almost entirely black.
It was a sinister-looking dagger that emitted a faint black shimmer, adorned with several hooks.
If plunged into someone’s stomach, it could tear out their intestines, and it had a large groove for letting blood.
Song Yun had found this dagger overseas, in the ruins of what seemed to be something from Ancient Rome, scattered with many human remains.
Song Yun had pried the dagger from the grip of a skeleton sitting on a throne; according to his mercenary squad at the time, the dagger was estimated to be over a thousand years old.
That this dagger, after so many years, remained sharp spoke volumes about its craftsmanship and material.
It had assisted Song Yun greatly in the past.
However, after getting slightly damaged in one battle, he had sent it abroad for repairs and had only recently gotten it back.
While it wasn’t as powerful as the Dragon Slayer Dagger kept by Mr.
Song, it was still Song Yun’s second weapon of choice.
Merely repairing a small notch had cost Song Yun tens of millions, and due to a lack of materials, the dagger’s repair had taken several months to complete.
Song Yun weighed the dagger in his hand and smiled charmingly, “Seven Kills, it’s been a long time since we fought together.”
After donning the human skin mask and removing his current attire, he changed into the black tight-fitting clothes.
At this moment, Song Yun had shed his usual flamboyance and instead exuded boundless solemnity.
Song Yun didn’t exit through the main door; instead, he scaled the fence next to the swimming pool and bolted forward, unleashing tremendous power toward the prison.
Shortly after Song Yun left,
“Mr.
Song, I understand,” said Qingluan as she hung up the phone.
She didn’t make any grand gestures, merely walking downstairs.
“Sister Qingluan, it’s so late, are you still going out?” Song Yuxue asked curiously.
“Hehe, just stepping out to buy some things,” Qingluan laughed softly to Li Ling’er, then she walked out of the villa and vanished under the cloak of night in a flash.
By now, it was past ten in the evening.
The flow of pedestrians and vehicles on the road was gradually decreasing, and the night sky turned unusually dark.
The moon, smeared with a layer of dense black clouds, appeared and disappeared intermittently.
At this moment, on the road to the first prison in Sunan Suburb, a black figure was swiftly moving toward its destination.
This figure seemed somewhat frail, the entire body stretched forward, with footsteps almost invisible to onlookers.
Song Yun’s speed had reached an exasperating level.
If the world record holder for the 100 meters was to race him, they might as well throw themselves into the arms of a lady and drop dead.
The whooshing wind passed Song Yun’s ears as the surrounding scenery blurred into a backward flowing landscape.
Song Yun estimated he had been running at top speed for about twenty minutes, and the first prison was now just a short distance away.
Thinking of the first prison brought to his mind the woman with a gentle nature, Mo Yuyao.
In his life, Song Yun had never felt so guilty about any woman, and Mo Yuyao was perhaps the only exception.
It all started with his impure thoughts and selfishness!!
Mo Yuyao’s words about wanting to find a wealthy husband still echoed in his ears.
To Mo Yuyao, “wealthy” meant someone willing to spend money on charitable causes, a fact that unexpectedly endeared Song Yun to her.
Sigh…
Song Yun let out a sigh involuntarily.
Though he appeared to be in an admirable position, his situation was precarious.
The higher one’s position, the more eyes were fixed upon them.
In the past, when he frequented Sunnan University, Song Yun didn’t even have to seek the patronage of the influential.
But now, after swallowing up Wild Wolf’s legacy,
Song Yun had acquired vast resources, including the Song Family’s assets.
Although his wealth and status had improved far beyond comparison to those early days, he no longer enjoyed the same level of freedom and ease.
The gains and losses of his situation were too complex to be summarized in a few words.
Song Yun shook off the odd thoughts from his mind.
Tonight’s task seemed simple: rescue Judge and transport him to Building 11 on Furong Road.
However, considering how important a figure Judge was, even if the heads of the four major families were absent, the guards watching over Judge would surely not diminish by much.
Song Yun surmised that each family would have at least one representative present.
Soon, a glint of light appeared on the pitch-black road ahead.
The first prison…
At last, he had arrived!!
To ordinary people, the prison’s outer wall seemed insurmountable.
But to Song Yun, the wall was as good as non-existent; even if it weren’t, he could scale it in no time.
Reaching the base of the wall, he took a few steps and sprang halfway up the wall, then with a flash of black light, Seven Kills appeared!
Slash!!!
It was as if it had pierced through plastic; the blade sank into the cement wall like it was nothing.
With Seven Kills’ incredible sharpness, Song Yun felt as if he had reclaimed his old form, as during his years overseas, living a life of indulging passions and grudges, without a care in the world!
He deftly kicked upwards, reaching the top of the wall in less than two seconds.
Then, lying down behind the wire mesh, he carefully surveyed the surrounding guards.
The external security of the prison was not very strict, and the soldiers inside were only armed with submachine guns, which served more as a deterrent.
If a real riot broke out, their role would be to delay the expansion of the disturbance until reinforcements arrived.
Holding Seven Kills, Song Yun gently waved it a few times along the wire mesh, dismantling a section.
Taking advantage of the moment when the guard inside the watchtower turned around, Song Yun flipped over and entered the first prison.
“I wonder how Zhang Longhu has been doing,” Song Yun mused, knowing he had no time to check on Zhang Longhu.
Instead, he followed the shadows cast by the lights on the buildings and headed toward Yama Palace.