277: Chapter 266: Anger Hurts the Body 277: Chapter 266: Anger Hurts the Body “The Brother Song you’re talking about is right here.” Zhao Yan smiled as she made room for Song Yun and said, “Actually, this is the second time you and my boss have met.
Last time Brother Song didn’t let me reveal his identity, so, you know.”
“So this is Brother Song, no wonder.
The last time I saw you, I could tell you were no ordinary person.” Pan Jun, who often mingled in these circles, barely hesitated before coming over to get chummy.
“Heh, Boss Pan hasn’t been waiting long here, right?
Shall we go inside?” Song Yun shook hands with the other party in a gesture of politeness and asked.
“Good, good, let’s go inside.” Pan Jun gestured for them to proceed, with Song Yun willingly leading the way.
Although Pan Jun was also a big shot in the organization, he was a half-step behind Song Yun, and this small gesture made it clear who the protagonist was.
After going upstairs and getting a private room, the four of them sat down, ordered food, and started chatting.
Now, Pan Jun really was at a loss.
Although Brother Song had called him to have lunch at noon, not a single word had been exchanged at the restaurant.
They were just shooting the breeze about anything and everything.
Since Song Yun didn’t bring up any business, Pan Jun felt awkward to pry.
After all, no matter what, he had his own dignity that couldn’t be compromised.
The topics men talk about are nothing more than women and power.
As far as power went, they didn’t have much to speak of; they could only discuss places where beautiful women abounded.
Li Tang was an expert in this area, and he went on and on about various women and their charms, which lively the atmosphere.
Song Yun remained an observer throughout, smiling and nodding, making Pan Jun feel extremely awkward, neither here nor there.
The restaurant served dishes very quickly, and it wasn’t long before the table was filled with authentic South Sea delicacies.
Pan Jun filled his cup with white liquor and said, “Today, I don’t know why Brother Song called old Pan here, but from our interaction before and just now, I know Brother Song is a straightforward person.
I won’t say more; let me drink this as a salute to you.”
This was a big deal.
Not a bite of the food had been touched when Pan Jun downed a cup of white liquor by himself.
Song Yun, too, lifted his cup and smiled, “Actually, I invited Brother Pan over for a meal today for no particular reason other than to tell you, you don’t need to investigate who smashed up your place.”
“Oh?
Could it be that Brother Song knows the person who smashed my place?” Pan Jun narrowed his eyes.
“Sell me a favor, Brother Song, and tell me who smashed the place.
I’m going to settle the score with him.”
“No need to look any further.
The person who smashed your place is sitting right among us.” Song Yun took a sip of his white liquor, causing Pan Jun to raise his eyebrows.
Zhao Yan wouldn’t possibly smash his own place—after all, the two organizations hadn’t become enemies to the point of such underhanded tactics.
So what about the big guy next to Zhao Yan?
He didn’t look the part either, being the most jovial in egging things on since arriving.
If he were the one who smashed the place, he would surely be crestfallen.
Now, that left only one possibility: it was Song Yun who had done the smashing.
Thinking this, Pan Jun figured he had an idea and tapped his right index finger on the table for a while before raising his head to ask, “I’d like to know what displeases Brother Song about me, Pan Jun, to the point of going all out to smash up my place.
I, old Pan, have searched my conscience and done nothing to wrong you all, right?”
“Indeed, this incident has nothing to do with my impression of Boss Pan.” Song Yun lit a cigarette and said.
“Then why smash my place?
It was a golden goose for me.
Even if it’s fixed up, the foot traffic will never be the same,” insisted Pan Jun, now that he knew the culprit.
He couldn’t sit there quietly without speaking—it would make others think he’s a coward, his place shattered, his men beaten, but he couldn’t even dare to fart.
“Your man tried to force my friend into relations with him,” Song Yun exhaled a cloud of smoke.
“You know, why do we bustle around in this life?
Isn’t it all about face?
Your man doesn’t understand how things work, and he reached out to my friend.
So, don’t blame me for being merciless.”
“Song Yun!
That’s not a justified reason to smash my place, is it?” Pan Jun slammed the table and stood up to shout.
“My man doesn’t know how to behave; as his boss, I handle his discipline personally.
But isn’t it absurd for outsiders to meddle?”
“Not absurd at all, because the object of his lewd intentions was my sister,” Song Yun said with a squint and a smile.
“He even dares to touch people close to me and to point a gun at my head.
Pan Jun, do you think a phone call to you would’ve done any good at that point?”
“How did he come to have a gun?” Pan Jun shifted his gaze, clearly guilty.
Song Yun stood up, pulled out the gun from his pocket, and slammed it on the table, yelling, “Pan Jun, we’re both cunning foxes from the same hill, so cut the crap with your ghost stories.
What?
Do you think I’m bringing this up to apologize to you?
Go to hell!
I’m here to hold you accountable.
If your man had pulled the trigger on my head, do you think I’d still be sitting here exchanging pleasantries with you?”
“Or do you really think I’m an easy target?” Song Yun glared straight at Pan Jun, leaving him at a loss for words.
With such incriminating words spoken, how could he respond?
“So what do you want?” Pan Jun, now provoked, shouted back at Song Yun.
“It’s best if you don’t get too agitated, Boss Pan.
Careful not to let your temper harm your health,” Li Tang said leisurely while eating his food.
“Conveniently, my girlfriend is a nurse.
If you actually get angry enough to be hospitalized, I can offer you a discount.”
Listen to that, listen to that—what’s this nonsense about ‘if you get angry and end up in the hospital, I can give you a discount.’ Who gives a damn about a discount in a hospital?
There’s an old saying that you can’t pull ivory out of a dog’s mouth, but someone like Li Tang who loses all his teeth as soon as his mouth opens is quite rare.
Pan Jun sat at the table, stewing alone.
But what could he do, outnumbered three to one?
He couldn’t beat them in a fight, and just Li Tang alone could out-talk him threefold.
He really didn’t know what possessed him to come to this gathering.
“I don’t really want to quibble over this with you either.
Let’s consider that little loss of mine as generosity and let it pass, okay?” Song Yun said as if he was being magnanimous.
“But if you’re still not satisfied and feel like you need to seek justice for your man, then we can have a go and see how it turns out.
I never shy away from a chance to spar.”
“Forget it, it’s my bad luck,” Pan Jun waved his hand, feeling frustrated.
He felt that if he dwelled on this subject any further, it would never end.
“That’s more like it.
Shall we continue drinking?” Song Yun suggested with a beaming smile.