562: Chapter 551 562: Chapter 551 “You’re back?
Good timing, come on, grab him.” Smiling Tiger said, and the standing Prison Guards approached.
“Grab me?
What for?” Song Yun asked, looking around and noticing no sign of Zhang Longhu.
“What for?
You and Zhang Longhu just crippled Xie zi and others in the bathroom, which had a very negative impact.
You can expect additional punishment,” Smiling Tiger explained.
“Where’s Zhang Longhu?” Song Yun asked.
“Why ask so many questions?
Zhang Longhu has already been taken away by us; you’ll meet him in a moment.” Smiling Tiger grinned, rifling through Song Yun’s belongings before taking a few items and leaving the room.
“Take him away.” Smiling Tiger signalled to his subordinates, and several Prison Guards pressed on, taking Song Yun away.
Walking through the prison, they soon arrived outside a room.
“Come on, lock him up,” Smiling Tiger ordered, having his men push Song Yun into the room before locking the door.
“You’ve offended Qiang Li; you’re as good as dead.” Smiling Tiger sneered gloomily, checked the door, and told his aide, “Make sure no one gets out.”
“Got it.”
As soon as Song Yun entered the room, a murderous aura burst forth.
Inside, Zhang Longhu was curled up in a corner, covered in blood.
A group of men surrounded him, continuing to kick him.
Hearing the noise at the door, they stopped and turned to look at Song Yun.
“So you are Song Yun.” A rough voice spoke up.
Song Yun ignored it and quickly moved to Zhang Longhu’s side, pushing through the crowd and squatting down.
Zhang Longhu clutched his head, his whole body trembling.
Song Yun quickly helped him up, seeing Zhang Longhu’s face smeared with blood, his nose broken, and his lips split, spitting out bloody foam.
Zhang Longhu spat out a mouthful of blood, and Song Yun quickly picked him up and dashed toward the exit.
“Oh?
Pretending we don’t exist?” Qiang Li’s ethereal voice floated through.
“Want to die?
It won’t make a difference in a few minutes.
Wait a moment,” Song Yun said lightly after glancing at Qiang Li.
“Hahaha, kid, you are truly arrogant.
Let me tell you, this door is made of ultra-strong alloy; you can’t break it with brute force.
Plus, it’s locked from the outside.
Without my command, no one outside will open it—even if you manage to open it, there’s no use.
Currently, the infirmary is deserted.
I reckon your friend is doomed!” Qiang Li laughed heartily.
Song Yun looked down at Zhang Longhu and whispered, “Give me twenty seconds.”
After speaking, Song Yun gently placed Zhang Longhu on the ground.
“Twenty seconds?
Planning to commit a suicide pact?” Qiang Li taunted.
“You have only twenty seconds left in your life.” As soon as Song Yun finished speaking, he sprang into action, sending a man blocking him flying with a palm strike, then kicked another man into the wall.
In this room, there were about seven or eight of Qiang Li’s men, each one sent flying by Song Yun—it was indeed flying—thrown far away before crashing to a halt.
Qiang Li, initially disdainful, watched as Song Yun quickly subdued his men and gradually grew cautious.
He realized that Song Yun was no ordinary fighter.
In fact, Song Yun was more than just a skilled martial artist; he could be a superhero if he put on his underwear over his clothes.
After swiftly dealing with the henchmen, Song Yun turned to Qiang Li.
“Your skill is not…” Qiang Li began to say that Song Yun had good skills, but before he could finish, Song Yun appeared right in front of him.
“What the hell, using a cheat?” Qiang Li barely had time to react when Song Yun grabbed him by the neck.
Soon after, Song Yun tightened his grip, and Qiang Li’s body immediately went limp.
Growing up, Qiang Li, being physically superior to his peers, always bullied others.
Later in life, he made a name for himself in the underworld with his martial skills.
He had assumed Song Yun had some ability based on his even temperament, but if his fighting skills had been exceptional, he wouldn’t have been so understated.
In the moment Song Yun grabbed his neck, Qiang Li realized his previous judgment was severely mistaken.
Song Yun was not just skilled; he was a master—a very high level master!
This grip on the neck immobilized Qiang Li, who was twenty centimeters taller than him, rendering him completely helpless.
Qiang Li tried to pry off Song Yun’s arm, but the strength in Song Yun’s arm increased gradually, seemingly infinite, until Qiang Li began to feel like he was suffocating.
“How is this possible?
I’m so much taller; logically, I should be the one grabbing his neck!”
Song Yun was just a little over 1.80 meters tall, while Qiang Li was over 2 meters, so Song Yun had to reach up.
Despite the height difference, it was odd to see a shorter man holding a taller man by the neck with the taller man unable to resist.
Silent, Song Yun slowly stepped backward, pulling Qiang Li toward the door as he ordered softly, “Have them open the door.”
“Dream on,” Qiang Li gritted his teeth.
Song Yun shook his head, slightly increasing his grip.
The creaking of strained bones could faintly be heard.
Qiang Li’s face turned red and then purplish, his eyes bulging.
When Qiang Li was nearly out of breath, Song Yun slightly loosened his hold and repeated, “Have them open the door.”
“Fine, fine, fine.” For the first time, Qiang Li felt death so closely.
Song Yun’s grip was incredibly strong, supernatural even.
That small frame of his—where did such tremendous power come from?
“Outside, open the door; I want to leave,” Qiang Li hurriedly ordered the Prison Guards without having time to marvel at the beauty of life, seeing Song Yun’s cold gaze.
The Prison Guards outside opened the door after hearing Qiang Li’s voice.
Grinning, Song Yun loosened his grip, grabbed Qiang Li’s collar, and said, “Thank you.”
As Qiang Li was about to say no thanks, it was his duty, Song Yun suddenly exerted force, pulling Qiang Li forward.
With full strength unleashed, Qiang Li had no time to react.
Song Yun, leading forcefully, slammed him headfirst into the iron door.