440: Chapter 429: Who Will Cover for Him?
440: Chapter 429: Who Will Cover for Him?
Song Yun was treating the injured, his heart had been suffocating with anger with nowhere to vent.
Afterward, when he asked the young man for an explanation, he gave himself a reason that even he couldn’t refute: Is it a crime not to save someone?
Of course, not saving someone wasn’t against the law, and Li Man wasn’t the indirect cause of Xiao Wang’s pain; he just hadn’t offered up his vehicle.
Though it wasn’t illegal, morally speaking, it was indefensible.
Anyone who saw someone in that condition would lend a hand without a second thought.
If Song Yun hadn’t been there today, wouldn’t there have been a major accident on this construction site?
The more Song Yun thought about it, the angrier he got.
He seized the opportunity to grab the young man by his weak spot, planning to give him a good dressing down.
Damn it, we’re all from the same race, why the hell differentiate between commoners and nobility?
In Song Yun’s eyes, these so-called nobles were less real than street vendors.
“Song Yun, there won’t be any trouble, right?” Li Shishi stood beside Song Yun and asked.
“Trouble?
What trouble?
Anyone who wants to mess with me can come and find me.
Damn it, they even dared to throw my clothes on the ground; are they out of their minds?” Song Yun cursed indignantly, just as his underling returned with a new set of clothes.
Song Yun tried them on and they fit just right, and were comfortable to boot.
He squatted down and looked at Li Man, whose face was swollen like a pig’s head, and said, “Heaven’s retribution is sure, and since the heavens are snoozing now, I’ll take their place and straighten you out.”
“You bastard, do you know who my father is?
You dare to hit me?
I’ll have my dad kill you,” Li Man roared hoarsely, showing no signs of repentance at all.
Song Yun grabbed his chin with a sneer and said, “It doesn’t matter who your dad is, even if he were the King of Heaven, on my territory, you’d still have to behave.”
“Don’t go on about what your dad is or isn’t; that’s all your dad’s stuff.
If you have the guts, kill me yourself.
Let me tell you, kiddo, living off your family isn’t heroic, but those who make their own way in the Martial World are the real heroes.”
“You’re just jealous, you’re jealous I have a good family, you’re jealous I can spend money however I like.
Only those who have nothing would say sour grapes like that,” Li Man laughed like a madman, not caring if he’d suffocate himself in the process.
People’s destinies differ as do the values of their lives, and these differing principles lead to different viewpoints among people.
Like Li Man now, he believes money is king, and if he can depend on his family while others can’t, that’s their problem.
“Sigh, I don’t even know what to say to people like you,” Song Yun looked at him pityingly and said, “I don’t know who your dad is, or I’d have to have a serious talk with him about how he raised such a son.”
“None of your damn business about my family matters.
Today we’re short on people here, so I ended up in your hands.
Wait until we’re on my turf one day, I’ll kill you,” Li Man cursed viciously.
“What are you all standing around for?” Song Yun asked calmly, “He just swore again.
And don’t talk about some other day; even today you might not make it through.
Sure, I might suffer your revenge later, but today is still today, right?”
“Call his family; I really want to see who raised such a child.” Song Yun pulled out a phone from Li Man’s pocket and casually tossed it to a disciple.
The disciple nodded and began searching through the contacts in the phone, then started negotiating with the father after dialing his number.
Song Yun personally picked up the shirt from the ground, looking at its even dirtier surface and said, “You really don’t know what’s good, huh?
Believe it or not, this shirt alone could have your whole family out in the cold northwest wind.”
“Impossible, it’s just a shirt.
How much can it be worth?” Li Man said, drooling from his mouth.
“The shirt may not be worth much, but the line of gold thread with a name sewn into it is valuable,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“You probably don’t know who made this, but if your father had any discernment, he might be able to recognize it.”
Before long, a luxury car drove in.
As soon as the engine shut off, a well-dressed woman jumped out, pushed open the door, and upon seeing Li Man in such a state, she shoved at the disciples holding him up and yelled, “You bandits, you bastards, how dare you hit my son?”
As the woman’s nails aimed for the disciples’ faces, Song Yun lit a cigarette and spoke leisurely, “Don’t rush to slap just yet; looking at your son’s personality, it seems he’s mostly been spoiled by you.”
The woman turned around and exploded upon seeing Song Yun sitting there nonchalantly, hurling her handbag at him.
But before it could hit Song Yun, Li Shishi slapped her so hard she couldn’t tell north from south.
Song Yun sighed helplessly, wondering why women always go for the face.
After slapping the woman, Li Shishi said angrily, “What nerve!
We haven’t even come to you for an explanation, and here you are causing trouble first.”
“Ah, we all have to live in the same world; why be so ruthless?” a middle-aged man wearing a suit walked in and said, “Li Shishi, long time no see.
How’s your grandfather, Mr.
Li, doing these days?”
“You don’t need to fake concern; my grandfather is very well,” Li Shishi glanced at him and said dismissively, not deeming him worthy of a polite response.
“I don’t know what Xiao Man did to offend everyone, but as a father, I apologize on his behalf.
Shall we consider the matter resolved?” the middle-aged man clasped his hands together and said.
“It can’t be overlooked, Elder!
Look at what Xiao Man has been beaten into, and look at my face, this bitch is the one who hit me,” the woman glared at Li Shishi with resentment and shouted.
“Hmph, I think she didn’t slap you hard enough,” Li Shishi said coldly.
“Li Shishi, no matter what, she’s your aunt, how could you hit her so hard?”
“My aunt?
You think too highly of yourselves.
I was just classmates with Li Man for a year.
What relation are you trying to claim with me?” Li Shishi scoffed coldly.
“Let me tell you, this matter isn’t over today.”
“How can you talk like this?” the middle-aged man said somewhat embarrassedly.
“Enough, what’s the point of babbling on here?
Think about how you’re going to discipline your son in the future,” Song Yun put out his cigarette and said.
“By the way, this kid owes me several million; who’s going to cover it for him?”