237: Chapter 226 Almost Killed 237: Chapter 226 Almost Killed “Do you have anything left to you by your parents?
You know it’s really hard to find anything based solely on your background,” Song Yun poured a cup of tea for Jue Wu and asked.
“I also have this,” Jue Wu took off a peace knot from around his neck and handed it to Song Yun, “My mundane name is Jiao Hai.
According to the note my parents left, I was born in Sunan City.
What I don’t understand is why my parents would send me all the way from Sunan City to Inner Shaolin.”
“Alright, having a clue is a good thing.
I’ll help you look into it.
You go find Black Flood Dragon first; I’ve got some things to do,” Song Yun said with a smile.
After Jue Wu had left, Song Yun took out his phone and dialed someone.
“Boss, what can I do for you?” The other end of the line answered joyfully, clearly happy to receive a call from Song Yun.
“I need you to check someone’s background.” Then Song Yun described all the information he knew to the other person.
“If things don’t go smoothly, you can seek Lonewolf from the Israeli intelligence service; he owes me a life.”
The Spider Web Organization was founded by himself during the years he worked as an assassin, initially to collect information on his targets.
Over time, it had grown into a sophisticated spy organization.
The personnel coming out of there alone was enough to ensure Song Yun’s unbeatable status in Sunan City.
However, that would make things too easy, and it was more fun doing it all from scratch.
While Song Yun was busy writing and sketching on the paper, the door was pushed open, and Zhao Yan walked in, carrying a small briefcase in her hand.
Placing the briefcase on the table, she smiled and said, “Mao Shan asked me to pass this to you.
He said as an apology and mentioned it’s some kind of new formula.”
“Formula?” Song Yun watched the two tubes inside the briefcase with a beaming smile.
His own secret compartment at home had many, but just by looking at the liquid inside the bottles, it was easy to tell these were the latest and of better quality.
“He said to have you drink one bottle first and see if there are any adverse reactions before taking the second,” Zhao Yan said.
“This formula is a permanent strength enhancer.
I’ve looked it over and haven’t found anything wrong with it.”
Song Yun took the formula and gulped it down; it was as cold as ice water.
But once it entered his stomach, a surge of heat suddenly burst forth, racing through his body.
Song Yun could feel a change happening within him, as if every cell was evolving.
Sweat even began to slowly appear on his forehead.
With a punch to the desk, it was left with a gaping hole from the impact.
Song Yun felt like an overloaded engine, with an endless supply of power within his body.
Yet, he had reached the limit of his strength, and his veins were on overdrive, visibly pulsating beneath his skin.
This feeling was unbearably uncomfortable, and Song Yun felt if he didn’t vent it soon, his internal organs would suffer from the energy.
Blood began to slowly ooze from Song Yun’s skin, a clear sign that his capillaries had burst open.
Dammit, he was almost suffocating.
Song Yun’s head began to throb increasingly with pain, and he felt dizzy—a result of his heart racing to its limit, causing his blood pressure to skyrocket.
The rapidly pounding blood incessantly battered his brain.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yan frowned, anxiously watching over him, clueless that the drug’s reaction would be so strong.
“Dammit!” With a roar, Song Yun sprinted out of the room, his speed many times faster than normal, leaving a blur as he charged into the training room.
“Meng Ku, Black Flood Dragon, spar with me.” Song Yun knelt on the ground and shouted in agony.
If he didn’t release this energy quickly, his heart might fail from the rapid movement, leading to an explosion and his death.
Meng Ku and Black Flood Dragon rushed over, realizing that Song Yun was in a very painful state.
“Forget everything else, help me release the effects of the drug,” Song Yun said before leaping toward Meng Ku like a gust of wind.
Meng Ku’s pupils shrank, alarmed by Song Yun’s deadly approach; still, as one of the top assassins, he barely managed to block Song Yun’s punch with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
The punch was blocked, but the consequence was severe – his body slammed violently into the wall.
Seeing this, Black Flood Dragon quickly pulled a training staff from a nearby rack.
His signature weapon was the Longquan Sword, yet he had at least some grasp of staff techniques due to the universal principles of martial arts.
Jabbing, blocking, swinging, grabbing, twisting, entangling—he utilized every technique just to fend off Song Yun’s relentless attacks.
But Song Yun’s strength wasn’t all that had increased; his speed was also exceptionally fast.
Seeing Black Flood Dragon faltering, he ruthlessly slammed the staff down on Song Yun’s shoulder with all his strength, breaking the staff upon impact and sending Song Yun crashing to the ground.
Black Flood Dragon threw the broken piece of the staff aside and sat down with a heavy breath.
Song Yun, after struggling for a while, finally got back up, his swollen veins slowly returning to normal.
Yet, Song Yun felt like he still had an inner fire burning.
Just then, Jue Wu walked in and saw Song Yun’s condition.
His hands continuously struck Song Yun’s acupoints, and only then did Song Yun feel a chill from his dantian, which extinguished the fiery sensation within his body.
He slumped to the ground, drenched in sweat, and looked at Jue Wu, saying, “Thanks, if it weren’t for you, I’d have been done for today.”
“It’s nothing, you’ve always had an exuberant heart fire, but you’ve been forcefully suppressing it.
Although I’m not sure why you released it so suddenly, I must caution you to be careful.
If I hadn’t felt it in time, I’m afraid you would have gone on a rampage today,” Jue Wu said seriously.
“The nerve of that bastard Mao Shan, not warning me about the strong effect of the drug – he nearly got me killed,” Song Yun cursed, gasping for breath.