722: Chapter 711: A Life Gone With Smoke 722: Chapter 711: A Life Gone With Smoke Just then, the door of the emergency room burst open, and a doctor rushed out.
“How is it?” Song Yun’s voice rarely carried emotion.
“I’ve fulfilled my duty!” The doctor, aware of Song Yun’s identity, said, “Brother Song, Brother Hu’s child has been saved.”
Song Yun nodded and said, “Thank you for your hard work.
Please make sure this child survives.”
“Understood!” The doctor nodded earnestly.
“Let’s go, let’s go see Wang Hu.” Song Yun turned and led Zhao Yan and the others toward the hospital’s morgue downstairs.
Wang Hu’s body had been stored there, having been simply processed; the wound on his neck stitched up, he lay in the freezer as though he were merely sleeping.
Song Yun looked at Wang Hu, with whom he had met and chatted just a few hours earlier, and his body swayed slightly.
Zhao Yan hurriedly reached out to support Song Yun.
“I need to know who did it, no later than tomorrow morning.” Song Yun took a deep breath, closed his eyes, trying not to look at Wang Hu, but the images of his brutal death filled his mind nonetheless.
Song Yun’s head felt like it was about to explode, but he pressed down the pain with his strong willpower, keeping his mind absolutely clear in such a moment.
“We found this on Brother Wang Hu.” Xie zi came from behind, handing a micro recorder to Song Yun.
Song Yun turned on the recorder.
The recorder began with a burst of noise, and then a voice emerged, “Heh heh boss, it’s Wang Hu.”
Song Yun’s hand trembled slightly.
“If you, boss, are hearing this message, that means I…
have already died…”
The voice paused for a long time before Wang Hu’s voice slowly came through again, “My wife has been taken by them, so I can’t, I dare not tell you, Brother Yun, I’m sorry.”
Song Yun shook even more violently.
“After I was discharged from the army, I started making a name for myself in Sunan.
As a man nearing middle age, I managed to make some reputation.
Later, I had the fortune to meet you, Zhao Yan, Black Flood Dragon, Meng Ku, Jue Wu, Xiao Lou, the fighters, Li Tang; it made me so happy!
Really, truly happy.”
Intermittent sounds of car horns from the recorder indicated that Wang Hu had been driving while recording.
“Being brothers with all of you was Wang Hu’s greatest honor.
Zhao Yan, don’t always be so cold, Jue Wu, I’ve always wanted to tell you, you’re nothing but a gluttonous Monk.
Meng Ku, you’re a sharpshooter, one of these days let’s go hunting together.
Xiao Lou, you sly dog, among the brothers you were the most cunning, but I’m gone now, you can’t trick me anymore.
Black Flood Dragon, I’ll pay you back the money I owe, don’t keep nagging me, you know I hand over all my earnings, heh, we’ll play landlord again sometime.
You two, from now on, take good care of the affairs at the clubs.
And finally, boss, thank you, I really am grateful, Wang Hu…
might be leaving first, I’m really sorry everyone, I can’t drink, chat, fight, or live freely with you any longer.
It’s hard to let go, I truly can’t bear it.
Thank you all, in the next life, may we be brothers again.”
The recorder fell silent for a few seconds, then resumed,
“Let her go!”
Then came the conversation between Wang Kai and Wang Hu, and after that, gunshots, followed by silence.
Song Yun turned off the recorder and, trembling, lit a cigarette before pulling out his phone and making a call.
The call connected immediately.
“Hello.” Wang Billion’s voice came from the other end.
“Wang…
I will destroy your entire clan.”
“Young man, it’s not a good habit to talk big.” Wang Billion’s voice instantly grew cold.
However, Song Yun said nothing more; he ended the call and then turned to the people behind him, “After burying Wang Hu and his wife, I…
am going to ZJ.
Who will come with me?”
“Me.”
“Me.”
Without any hesitation, everyone stepped forward.
“No need for many, just a few will do,” Song Yun said.
“Jue Wu and Black Flood Dragon, come with me.”
“We want to go too!” Hua Manlou cried with red eyes, “If we, as brothers, can’t contribute when Brother Hu is murdered, what kind of brothers are we?”
“Xiao Lou, don’t shout.” Meng Ku’s eyes were also red as he said, “If we all go, who will manage the Shura Alliance?
Wang Hu managed the Alliance’s day-to-day affairs, now that he’s gone, there is even more to do, and if you go to ZJ, what help could you be?”
“I!!” Tears brimmed in Hua Manlou’s eyes, “I goddamn want to kill Wang Kai with my own hands!”
“Xiao Lou, just stay here.
The headquarters need you to look after things.” Song Yun extinguished the cigarette by pinching off the lit end as if the scorching heat didn’t exist.
Holding the cigarette in his hand, he walked over to Wang Hu’s body and placed it between Wang Hu’s ear, then said, “Wang Hu, if I hadn’t asked you to handle their financial sources personally, maybe none of this would have happened tonight.
I’m sorry…
If there is a next life, I hope we can still be brothers.”
A tear slowly slid down Song Yun’s cheek before leaving his face and falling to the ground, with reluctance.
“Your vengeance will be avenged; just wait for it.
Wang Billion and his entire family will pay for you; wait for it below.” Song Yun’s hand shook uncontrollably, and his body trembled slightly.
“Wang Hu, your child is still alive, your lineage will finally continue.
I never asked about your family situation before, that was wrong of me.
A child born should have a name; since you and your wife are not here, I will take the liberty to name him.
I think Wang Longba is a good name; what do you think?
Wang Hu, can you hear what I’m saying?
You should be able to hear.
Wang Longba, that’s your son’s name.
Listen well below, I, Song Yun, swear by my surname that no one on this earth will ever hurt your son.
Your son will be one of the most privileged on this planet!”
“Big brother,” Zhao Yan came up behind Song Yun and gently patted his shoulder, “the dead cannot be brought back to life.”
“I know, I know it all.” Song Yun shook his head and said, “But who the hell says Wang Hu is dead?
Anyone dares to say Wang Hu is dead, I’ll fucking kill him!”
Song Yun turned his head fiercely, his eyes full of rage, “Remember, Zhao Yan, Wang Hu is not dead; he is just waiting for us below!”
Zhao Yan shivered when she saw the bloodthirst in Song Yun’s eyes, feeling as if she could be killed at any moment.
“I’m sorry, Zhao Yan,” Song Yun closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “I got a little carried away.
Let’s go, let Wang Hu stay calm by himself; let’s not disturb him.”
“Okay.” Zhao Yan nodded, wrapped her arm around Song Yun’s shoulder, and they left the morgue.
Outside the morgue.
“You all go back.
Second brother, find a place with good feng shui.
Tomorrow Hu Zi will be buried and we can’t afford carelessness with this,” Zhao Yan instructed.
“Understood!” Li Tang wiped the tears from his eyes, “I’ll find the best spot in Sunan for him!”
“Meng Ku, Black Flood Dragon, with Hu Zi gone, the people at headquarters must be uneasy.
It’s going to be hard on you two tonight, stabilizing the lower ranks,” Zhao Yan continued.
“Yeah, we know!”
“And you, Jue Wu, you handle external matters.
Inform everyone responsible for outside affairs at headquarters.
Now that Wang Hu is gone, we must send him off in style, understand?” Zhao Yan looked at Jue Wu and said.
“Yeah, I understand,” Jue Wu nodded, “I’ll send word out.”
“Alright, everyone disperse.
Remember to bring your most trusted people; we don’t want to lose another brother, you know?” Zhao Yan addressed the group.
“Understood!” They all replied.