576: Chapter 565 576: Chapter 565 “Report Song Yun’s location.” Gulang’s call came again.
“Song Yun is still in his office!” the scout said calmly, “but it seems he has noticed something.
Several of his top generals are all rushing over here, and they are likely to arrive before you!”
“No worries, just keep an eye on Song Yun for me!” Gulang ordered.
“Understood.
I’ll do my best,” the scout replied.
“Once the deed is done, I’ll give you a piece of territory with the richest profits so you can live a life of luxury.
That’s my promise to you.
That’s all for now,” Gulang said, then hung up the phone.
“What did he say?” Da Long asked.
“It seems Song Yun is really at the Shura Alliance headquarters, and he seems to want to have a head-on attack battle with us, hahaha, this temperament, just like his father Ergou, doesn’t know how to dodge, only knows how to go headlong!!” Gulang scoffed with disdain.
“Since Song Yun is really there, that’s good!” Da Long reassured.
“Sima, do you think this thing you’re messing with is really that miraculous?” Song Yun asked Sima, who was messing with something in the corner.
“Of course,” Sima, after setting up the device, stood up and dusted off his hands, speaking proudly, “I can make it explode within whatever range I choose.”
“That’s good.
This operation is crucial, if you succeed, then Gulang will be dead or crippled.
This will avenge Lei Long, first of all, and then we can go on to avenge him a second time!” Song Yun spoke earnestly.
“Boss Song is thoughtful,” Sima bowed slightly.
“Zhang Bao, what do you think about the action plan?” Song Yun redirected his attention to another person.
“Simple, Gulang is no fool and won’t just walk into a trap.
We need some bait as we open the cage.
Then everyone stationed at different points will fight Gulang’s men.
If possible, best to take them out, if not, we’ll withdraw to the office here.”
“Outside, we’ve stationed a few skilled fighters who will timely bring in steel cables here.
Each of you will have a miniature pulley to leave this room via the steel cable when the time comes.
Brother Sima will detonate the explosives in this room as you leave.
We’ll time it—if we can’t finish in five minutes, then run this way.
Make sure Gulang’s men don’t all end up here at the same time.”
“Ah, we’re short-handed.
I estimate Gulang will bring at least 25 people.
We have, capable of fighting, just Jue Wu, Black Flood Dragon, Meng Ku, Hua Manlou, and the four brothers here with us.
If we include Boss Song, that’s 9 people.
Each spot can only be guarded by 2 people, 3 at the front.
However, we have the geographical advantage and enough underlings outside!
We’ll equip a few reliable ones with powerful weapons, I believe they can hold Gulang’s forces back.”
“Then what?” Song Yun continued.
“Then it all depends on you, Brother Song,” Zhang Bao said with a smile.
“If Gulang doesn’t arrive at the office at the same time as the others, then it’s up to you, Brother Song, to buy some time in the office.
As long as Gulang shows up, our goal is achieved.
Once Gulang is dead, his men will be like minions from Warcraft without a hero, just there to be slaughtered.”
“Hmm, it’s pretty much what we thought,” Song Yun nodded, “I’ve already stationed Meng Ku outside the building.
If anyone tries to follow us down the steel cable, Meng Ku will let them feel the power of a cannon.”
“Brother Song, you got that thing too?” Sima asked, surprised.
A cannon was heavy equipment; a single shell could split a person in two—it was a prohibited item anywhere.
“Heh, of course,” Song Yun chuckled smugly.
Just then, Gulang made a third call, asking about the manpower on Song Yun’s side, then likely judged they could arrive in about five minutes, and told the scout to find an opportunity to slip out and meet them at the front entrance.
“When the time comes, just go to the front entrance to meet them,” Song Yun instructed.
“I assume Gulang will just let you guide them.
If you can lead Gulang to the outside of the office, I’ll spare your life.”
“I’ll do my best!” the scout earnestly replied.
Just then, Song Yun’s phone suddenly rang.
He picked up the phone and saw an unfamiliar number.
“Song Yun,” a somewhat aged voice came from the other end.
“Who is this?” Song Yun felt the voice sounded familiar.
“Do you remember the old man you used to see in the park?” asked the voice on the phone.
“Oh!
It’s you!” Song Yun suddenly realized.
He had indeed often chatted with an old man practicing Tai Chi in the park, discussing some professional knowledge together.
Thus, Song Yun smiled and asked, “What brings you to call me?”
“Ah, it’s about Little Insect.
You probably know,” the old man’s voice sounded a bit helpless.
“He was enticed by Gulang’s conditions.
I hope, if possible, you could spare his life.
Our whole family would be deeply grateful to you.”
“What are you talking about?
I don’t understand,” Song Yun feigned ignorance, thinking, now is a critical moment, and here you are, a man I barely know, begging me to spare someone who is coming to kill me.
Do you really think I’m a saint?
“Actually, I used to work in security inside the Red Wall, and I knew your father.
That’s why I taught you so much about Tai Chi.
Your father and I were friends despite the age difference.
So, I hope you’ll consider our friendship and agree to my request,” the old man pleaded.
“Why bring my father into this?” Song Yun frowned.
“Old man, it’s not that I don’t want to give you face.
Your son is urgently coming to kill me.
You’re asking me to spare him, why don’t you ask him to spare me?
Let him defect and help me take down Gulang?
These weapons don’t have eyes, I can’t promise anything.”
“Ah, if that’s the situation, then it’s all up to Little Insect’s fate.
If Gulang dies and he survives, then I hope you’ll spare his life.
Someday, there will be a significant reward; Little Insect has never walked the right path.
I drove him out in a moment of anger, never expecting he’d engage in this circle in Tian Nan.
It really is a family misfortune.”
“I can do that.” Song Yun waited just for these words.
The real enemy was only Gulang.
He never really considered Da Long seriously—Da Long lacked cunning and strength.
If Song Yun were Da Long, he’d just quietly live his life.
What kind of person was Gulang?
Back in the day, he was a formidable figure who secretly manipulated countless people; Da Long’s actions were tantamount to courting disaster, a careless move could be eaten alive.
Once Gulang is gone, Da Long would just be a trivial character.
Using such a character to secure gratitude connected to a bigwig from the Red Wall was indeed very worthwhile.
“Ah, you and your father, you really resemble each other,” the old man said, then hung up the phone.
Simultaneously, a lookout on the road reported that a convoy of seven or eight sedans was heading towards the Shura Alliance’s headquarters, less than 2 miles away!
Gulang had arrived!