Chapter 734: Chapter 723 Preparation
Counting them all up, Song Yun’s main targets this time totaled twenty! Of these, twelve were relatives of Wang Billion, and the other eight were involved in the operation against Wang Hu.
The next step was to analyze the intelligence on these twenty individuals.
Song Yun had dug out the files on all twenty individuals and then selected some useful intelligence from the material he had collected today. By over three in the morning, he had organized a systematic document on these twenty people.
The document was very detailed, to the point where each person’s last name and specific traits were annotated.
Song Yun copied the document and sent it to Jue Wu and Black Flood Dragon, asking them to see if there were any shortcomings that needed to be amended or supplemented.
After all this was done, Song Yun felt tired and wanted to sleep.
But now, sleeping had become a big problem.
How should he sleep? Should he sleep alone on the floor, or on the bed? First and foremost, it was certain that Qingluan would not be sleeping on the floor. If people found out that Song Yun made Qingluan sleep on the floor, Song Yun would certainly be drowned in spit. In fact, Song Yun knew that if he truly asked, then Qingluan would definitely sleep on the floor without a single complaint, but could Song Yun really ask? Would he? Clearly, he could not and would not.
Should Song Yun sleep on the floor then?
Song Yun had this thought, but he knew Qingluan would never agree. Considering Qingluan’s concern for Song Yun, she would rather sleep on the floor herself than let Song Yun do so.
Should both of them sleep on the bed? That wasn’t right either. A man and a woman sharing a bed—what kind of situation was that, especially for a man as pure and righteous as Song Yun? How could they possibly sleep together unwed?
Therefore, Song Yun found himself unexpectedly conflicted.
“Let’s sleep,” said Qingluan, who seemed to have noticed Song Yun’s embarrassment. She smiled and said, “This bed is big enough for both of us.”
“Mm,” replied Song Yun, relieved by Qingluan’s words. He didn’t want anything to happen between them at a time like this, though it was inevitable that something would happen between them in the future. He guessed that even if he wanted Qingluan now, considering her personality, she probably wouldn’t refuse him. But Song Yun didn’t like that feeling. This trip wasn’t for leisure vacation, it was to seek revenge for Tie Shou. All romantic entanglements had been completely cast out of Song Yun’s mind.
“You sleep inside,” Song Yun said, “I’ll sleep on the outside.”
“Okay,” Qingluan agreed with a smile, then slipped off her shoes, lay down directly, not bothering to take off her clothes, and just pulled the blanket over her.
Song Yun was accustomed to sleeping naked, but naturally, with Qingluan beside him, he couldn’t do that. So, he just took off his outerwear and lay down on the bed as well.
Both of them lay on their sides, backs to each other about half a meter apart.
Some say that when a man and woman share a bed, if they do something, they are beasts, and if they do nothing, they are worse than beasts.
Song Yun had no intention of doing anything. He quietly closed his eyes and then peacefully fell asleep.
He couldn’t remember when he fell asleep, only that he had a very long dream where Tie Shou was still calling for him to have drinks, then there were many brothers around. But gradually, Song Yun could no longer see their faces or hear their voices clearly, as if he were underwater and they were above it, things looking blurred and rippled with sound being so muffled it was nearly maddening.
Opening his eyes.
It was already light outside.
Song Yun sat up and checked his phone, which showed it was already past nine in the morning.
He looked over at the bed, but Qingluan was not there. The sound of falling water from the bathroom, patterings clear, indicated that Qingluan was showering, and on the bedside table next to the bed lay Qingluan’s clothes.
Of course, it was just outerwear; he didn’t see any underwear or such—and, of course, Song Yun wasn’t paying attention to those things.
His focus was on the breakfast sitting on the table.
“Awake?” Qingluan’s voice came from the bathroom, and Song Yun replied, “I know.”
After speaking, Song Yun went over to the table. The meal was a bowl of porridge accompanied by some vegetables. Song Yun quickly finished eating and then took a deep breath and sat back down at the computer.
As soon as he opened his email, he received messages from Black Flood Dragon and Jue Wu–the same ones he had sent them last night. They had each added some contents to their respective emails. Song Yun began to consolidate these new pieces of information. While he was still sorting them, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.
Qingluan, with a towel wrapped around her head and another around her body, walked out of the bathroom.
Song Yun’s eyes briefly swept over her, and his heart instantly stopped beating.
Was Qingluan beautiful? Tremendously beautiful, to an indescribable extent, and Qingluan’s demeanor took her beauty to several notches higher.
Song Yun had seen the ethereal Qingluan and sometimes the slightly womanly Qingluan, but he had never seen Qingluan so tantalizingly sensual as she was today.
“Heh, the bathroom is too small, and changing clothes inside tends to get them wet,” said Qingluan, as she untied the towel from her head and bent down to rub her long hair dry. This bending also displayed her figure to its fullest.
Of course, Song Yun didn’t look; he just turned his head and devoted all his energy to analyzing the intelligence.
After Qingluan dried her hair, she took out clothes from her suitcase and went to a small room to change.
When Qingluan came out dressed, Song Yun had almost finished organizing his materials. He stood up and said, “Let’s go meet Jue Wu and Black Flood Dragon.”
“Mm,” Qingluan nodded, letting her slightly damp hair rest on her shoulders, and naturally looped her arm through Song Yun’s arm as they left the room.
Song Yun and Jue Wu had chosen to meet in an unremarkable, average lounge. They took a private room where they could play mahjong, and soon the sounds of mahjong tiles clashing filled the room.
While stacking the tiles, Song Yun said, “How’s the preparation going?”
“We’re still working on it,” Jue Wu replied, “This area is under the Wen Commerce Association’s control, and many regulated items are managed by their people, especially after finding out about our arrival, the Wen Commerce Association has heightened their alertness, making it nearly impossible to buy any handy weapons.”
“No rush, take your time,” Song Yun said. “We’ll eventually find someone not under their control.”
None of Song Yun’s subordinates were all cyborgs like himself, specialized in taking people out silently; naturally, they needed weapons. Firearms were almost unthinkable; in Sunan, procuring a few handy weapons was as easy as burping.
But it was different here. Anything convenient was mostly under control of several large organizations, with the Wen Commerce Association controlling the widest reach. They practically monopolized all channels within wz and many items needed to be smuggled in from abroad. This necessarily meant that the association’s influence was extensive. Song Yun guessed that as soon as he tried to buy anything, Wang Billion would be informed.
Song Yun hadn’t considered bringing his own supplies. Bringing items from Sunan, especially for over a hundred people—knives, guns, clubs—it wasn’t conducive to staying under the radar.
Song Yun’s idea was to strike only when they got their hands on the weapons. This way, the chances of being exposed were significantly reduced, making it harder for others to grasp any evidence. While everyone knew Song Yun came to kill Wang Billion, that was just general knowledge.
One thing is to know an affair, another is to be caught in the act; better be a known devil than an exposed one.