228: Chapter 217: Still Too Young 228: Chapter 217: Still Too Young What is an idiot?
Here’s an idiot, someone whose very life is in the hands of another, yet he dares to provoke wantonly.
He’s just too young.
If it were someone more experienced and savvy, he would definitely beg for mercy first.
Forget about dignity; there are times when you’ll realize dignity is just that, nothing more.
Only the living can carry on with dignity.
Once you die, no matter how tough you were, you ultimately lose the right to speak.
“Bind them up for me, and we’ll wait for their parents to come,” Song Yun waved his hand and ordered.
The underlings around him hardly got to see the boss, and were eager to make an impression in front of Song Yun.
They enthusiastically knocked their opponents to the ground and used a rope to tie their hands and feet, loop after loop.
“You can’t treat people this way, my dad is the Chief Justice of XC District Court.
This is kidnapping, a criminal offense, and you’ll be sentenced.”
“Damn, you dare to kick me?
Believe it or not, tomorrow I’ll find dozens of brothers to chop you up.
Ouch, hey, go easy on me, don’t leave marks.”
“Brother, you see I’m not really saying anything, how about one million to let me go?
Damn, why are you still hitting me?
Let me tell you, a gentleman uses his mouth, not his fists.”
At first, these rich young masters were still tough, trying to act the hero in front of these lowly thugs they had never deigned to look straight at before.
They thought Song Yun wouldn’t completely turn against them, after all, they had to live in the same circles in Sunan; everyone knew everyone else.
When the underlings tied them up tightly with the rope, when they were slapped in the face upon resisting, when they felt utterly disheartened and manipulated, they finally realized the truth – that Song Yun, this bastard, really dared to get physical, and he did so ruthlessly.
When the four of them were bound securely, Song Yun squatted down, looking at the aggrieved Zheng Ju with a smile, “Kid, you’re not so tough now, but you can’t stop running your mouth.
I really wonder how your dad managed to bear such an oddball.
Tell me, how do you force yourself to be so pretentious?”
“Hmph, you’ll pay the price you deserve.” Zheng Ju spat fiercely on Song Yun’s face and cursed.
Song Yun easily dodged the spit and retaliated with a slap on Zheng Ju’s face, leaving a handprint on what had previously been a pretty boy’s face.
Song Yun leisurely wiped his hand on Zheng Ju’s clothing and chuckled, “I really shouldn’t have slapped you just now, because after doing so, I realized it dirtied my hand.
You don’t mind if I clean my hand with your clothing, do you?”
What’s called frustration?
This is the epitome of frustration – getting slapped and then having your own clothes used to wipe the assailant’s hand.
If it wasn’t for being tied up, Zheng Ju would have thought about hanging himself.
“Are you sure you want to keep this up?
I might be new in town, but my family lives here.
I’ve never heard of you before – are you sure you want to start something with my family?” Bai Mao, tied up like a maggot, said hatefully.
Song Yun observed the creative binding technique and shouted, “Who the hell tied this?
Step forward!”
Bai Mao thought Song Yun’s shout was giving in and was about to push one of his underlings forward to vent his anger, but he quickly realized his mistake.
A sleazy-looking man stepped forward from the crowd, timidly, yes, timidly.
The man touched his head and sheepishly said, “Brother Song, I did it…
is something wrong?”
“Wrong?
Of course, it’s wrong.
Look at where this rope is.
It should obviously be moved ten centimeters to the left, making it even more uncomfortable.
And you should’ve tied it tighter under Bai Mao’s crotch.
Don’t tell me you haven’t seen those romantic movies.
Your face is all red, for fuck’s sake, I’m just making an analogy.
If you’ve seen those movies, you should know how to tie it up, right?
Do it again like they show in the movies,” Song Yun slapped his head as he spoke.
“Brother Song, you mean to make it as uncomfortable as possible?”
“Bullshit, I mean to make Bai Mao suffer while enjoying it.
Not only should he feel the pain, but he should also enjoy it.
That’s what qualifies.” After saying that, Song Yun lit a cigarette and passed it to him, “I see potential in you.
Bring out some energy, don’t waste the gang’s training.”
“Alright, Xiao Shu, I’ll give it a try.
After watching so many years of movies, it’s time to test the real results.” Xiao Shu rubbed his hands together, his eyes shining with a strange light as he walked towards Bai Mao.
First, he got a couple of strong men to hold Bai Mao down.
As Bai Mao screamed and cried for help, Xiao Shu rewrapped the rope, round after round.
Then, wiping the sweat off his forehead, he grinned at Song Yun, “Brother Song, is this okay?”
“It’ll do.
Report to White Tiger Hall tomorrow; let them teach you the mysteries of the human body.
That way, when you get down to it, you’ll have a clue about what you’re doing.” Song Yun waved dismissively.
The others looked at Xiao Shu with envied glances, thinking he had just lucked out.
Among the gang, they were at the bottom, and above them were various leaders, layer upon layer, with the four elite halls at the very top.
To advance into the elite halls, there were two paths: first, by making significant contributions to the gang, which might allow one to become an intern disciple.
Mind you, an intern, not a full member.
To turn an internship into a full-fledged position required completing many tasks to accumulate points.
The second way was to be noticed by one of the four head honchos of the elite halls.
No matter your rank, if you were chosen, your status in the gang would rise rapidly.
Today, Xiao Shu had struck it big, being singled out by the gang leader to join the elite halls.
His future was definitely looking bright.
Some might say, shouldn’t Song Yun be at the very top of the gang hierarchy?
Not really.
Everyone in the gang is like a chess piece on the board, surviving for their own sake, while Song Yun has transcended the board itself, turning into a player.
He could insert himself into the game or withdraw at any time.
When Zhao Yan was planning to take over the power entrusted by Song Yun, she had laid it all out very clearly to him.
Thus, Song Yun’s position within the Shura Alliance was above anyone else’s, but he was free to step in at any moment, in order to maintain his strength for the future.