299: Chapter 288: How to Fight This 299: Chapter 288: How to Fight This With such a big incident happening outside, Chen Sheng couldn’t possibly be unaware.
Just as he was getting ready for a harmonious and intimate discussion with Secretary Liu, one of his trusted subordinates knocked on the door in a rush.
Although somewhat reluctant, he still pulled on his pants and, with a gloomy expression, opened the door to ask, “What’s the matter?”
“Big Brother, the esteemed guests from Room 505 were ambushed as they left.
There are forty or fifty of them blocking the way, each armed to the teeth.
Should we go and help?” The trusted subordinate wiped the sweat from his face as he spoke.
“Damn it, Secretary Liu, I curse your ancestors.” Chen Sheng had clawed his way up from being an ordinary citizen to his current position; how could he not guess that the group blocking Song Yun outside was acting on someone’s orders?
But that someone held high official power, and as a businessman, he couldn’t afford to offend him.
At times like this, it was even more important to pick a side.
Although Song Yun had arrived in a military vehicle, through their conversation just now, Chen Sheng hadn’t been able to figure out Song Yun’s background, which made him hesitate: should he stand with Song Yun, or pretend he hadn’t seen anything and let things play out on their own?
Which side should he take?
After a moment of thought, Chen Sheng, frowning, still opted for neutrality.
After all, he didn’t know whether Song Yun was a dragon or a worm, but it was undeniable that Tian Dongcheng was a veritable local Emperor, and those who stood against him never ended well.
“We don’t get involved in this matter; it’s best to remain neutral.
Go and have some people guard the entrance so that mob doesn’t smash up our place,” Chen Sheng said with difficulty.
“But those four women who were with them have already come in.
Do we kick them out?” The subordinate asked cautiously.
“Kick your ass.
Those four women, make sure they’re protected, make sure they don’t come to any harm,” Chen Sheng cursed, thinking that Song Yun should owe him a favor now, right?
After all, with such a crowd, even if Song Yun could win, he couldn’t completely protect those four women.
Downstairs, Li Yueyue was anxiously calling Wang Dong.
Just as her patience was running thin, Wang Dong answered the call.
“What’s up, Song Yun?
Why’re you thinking of calling me so late into the night?” Wang Dong’s hearty voice came through the phone.
“Uncle Wang, it’s Li Yueyue.
We’ve been blocked here at Golden Splendor.
Hurry and send some people to rescue us.”
“Okay, Yueyue, stay where you are and don’t get hurt.
I’ll instruct my men to head over right now,” Wang Dong said, ending the call and immediately contacting the officers on duty at the city bureau.
The thought of this young miss of the Li Family returning, and remembering this little Demon King, sent a shudder through him.
Although he was certain nothing could happen to Song Yun, he thought it best to get there quickly to avoid this girl holding a grudge for any delay.
Outside the KTV, Song Yun was looking at the crowd with no hint of backing down, but quite the opposite—he was rather excited.
“Damn it, Brother Yun, look at all these human punching bags.
Just thinking about it gets me pumped,” Mao Shan said with a big grin, showing off his teeth.
“Kill them,” someone from the other side yelled, and the forty or fifty people surged forward, brandishing machetes as they charged at Song Yun and his companion.
Li Yueyue, inside the KTV, couldn’t bear to watch and closed her eyes, muttering, “God, I hope Song Yun and the others are safe.”
But she quickly opened her eyes again because she heard screams coming from outside.
However, these cries were not those of Song Yun’s group, which piqued the curiosity of her and caused her to open her eyes.
Liu Ran, who had come with her, was looking out too.
This girl had turned pale as soon as she entered, tightly clutching the corner of her clothes.
Now seeing that Song Yun and his companion were gaining the upper hand, she also stuck her head out to look.
They saw Mao Shan barging into the crowd, throwing wild punches left and right.
No one could withstand even a single round against him.
As for Song Yun, his movements were graceful as he darted back and forth behind the crowd, his figure elusive.
Yet when some turned around on alert, they would find several of their own lying on the ground for no apparent reason.
Then, his speed increased.
At this moment, Song Yun’s fighting took on the quality of art.
When he saw people charging at him, he didn’t dodge or evade.
When some thought they had him cornered, Song Yun suddenly moved.
Immovable as a rock, quick as a darting rabbit, Song Yun suddenly accelerated forward, diving towards a long-haired man who was immediately sent flying backward, crashing into several others.
Song Yun kicked with his right foot, and reaching out, grabbed a man, yanking him close, in a move reminiscent of the Drunk Fist technique of Lv Dongbin, albeit with modifications.
Raising the man’s arm high, with a forceful downward yank, there was a ‘crack’, and the man’s arm was dislocated.
With another kick from his right foot, Song Yun sent a steel pipe flying from the man’s hand, hurling it into the crowd and striking several people before it stopped.
Everyone was terrified by Song Yun’s unpredictable moves.
How the hell are they supposed to fight this?
The opponent wasn’t playing any fancy tricks; it was plain striking, kicking, and charging—yet somehow, their own people were the ones falling.
Those who rushed at Song Yun backed off and then pounced towards Mao Shan, only to realize that was another mistake.
By then, Mao Shan was nothing less than a humanoid tank, slapping anyone who approached him on the head and knocking them out cold.
Even then, Mao Shan was holding back his strength, using only thirty percent.
If he had used his full might, their heads would’ve shattered like watermelons.
So the two men they had to deal with were both so freakish, while their own men were falling one after another.
How were they supposed to fight this???
When Wang Dong and his officers finally arrived, all the police were stunned.
What was this situation in front of them?
So many people were lying on the ground, blood stained everywhere.
Some had heads beyond recognition, and were clearly not far from death.
Even more peculiar was that a strong and burly man and another who looked like a polished young lord were standing on this blood-soaked ground, smiling.
Though the police had always been the natural enemy of these gangsters, this time, they felt as if the officers were their own parents, the sense of relief was so profound that even those with diminished faculties clung to their legs, weeping and pleading.
Wang Dong, recovering from the shock, tiptoed across the cobblestones untouched by blood, approaching Song Yun and his companion.
“Song Yun…
did you do all this?”
“Yeah, they were looking for trouble with me, so I gave them a little lesson,” Song Yun replied casually.
Hearing this, the expressions on the faces of those lying on the ground varied widely.
Gathering their last bits of strength, many thugs managed to stand up, crawling to the police and kowtowing, crying out, “Merciful heavens, it was this demon who beat us like this.
We’re so wronged.
We were just here to sing, but we never expected to encounter such a disaster.”
Li Yueyue was furious, unable to control herself any longer, and she yelled at the thug, “You motherfucker, who brings a knife to a karaoke session?”