Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1850 - 1734: Heading Out for a Late-Night Snack?

Qilin again gave Wang Daichao a beating, leaving him rolling on the ground, constantly begging for mercy.

Song Yun raised his hand slightly: "Alright, you can stop now."

Qilin stopped and said to Song Yun, "Brother Song Yun, can I leave now?"

"You can."

Song Yun nodded, answering very straightforwardly.

Qilin paused, feeling something was off. There was definitely a deep enmity between him and Song Yun, so why was he being released so easily?

Despite the doubt in his heart, Qilin didn’t ponder further.

If he didn’t leave now, it would be too late later.

"Thank you, Brother Song Yun, thank you. When you return to the capital, I will definitely set up a few tables, and we can drink together."

Qilin, with a grin, expressed his gratitude and quickly walked towards the door.

Wang Daichao curled up in the corner, crying: "Why, why is he fine but I have to take a beating?"

"Because you’re more handsome," Song Yun chuckled, turning to look at a little starlet who had just gotten dressed, startled expression on her face, and said, "You should leave with Qilin."

The little starlet, already scared witless, snapped back to reality and hurriedly followed Qilin out of the room.

As the door opened, Chen Mengjie and Xiao Hei walked in.

"Who is this person, he looks like Zhu Bajie."

"No, he looks like Wang Daichao."

Seeing Wang Daichao, whose head had turned into a pig’s head, Chen Mengjie and Xiao Hei couldn’t help but laugh.

"Song Yun, did you do this?" Xiao Hei asked.

Song Yun pointed outside the room, laughing: "I uphold civility, how could I resort to violence? It was done by the man who just left."

Wang Daichao cried out: "No, you forced him to."

Song Yun glanced at Wang Daichao, ignoring him, and said to Chen Mengjie and Xiao Hei: "Let’s go."

Wang Daichao shouted indignantly: "Kid, you did this to me, you’re dead. My dad is the Great Governor, I’m going to kill you, you’re not going anywhere."

Song Yun turned back, smiled: "If it weren’t for Wang Juhua’s sake, you’d end up the same as Qilin. You dare bark at me here."

Wang Daichao paused, shouting: "The same as him? I’d wish for that, he didn’t lose a single hair, but I got beaten up."

Well, indeed he didn’t lose hair because it would fall together with the head.

Song Yun coldly sneered internally and said no more, heading towards the door.

Just then, a figure hurriedly walked in, none other than Governor Wang Juhua.

As soon as Wang Juhua saw him, Wang Daichao was like seeing a savior, he cried out: "Dad, Dad! Your son is almost beaten to death, I hurt so much, my whole body is about to die in pain."

Wang Juhua glanced at Wang Daichao, not recognizing the pig head before him as his own son. He frowned and glared: "Who’s your Dad? I don’t know you, stop yelling or I’ll have someone throw you out."

Indeed, the way Wang Daichao looked at this moment made it impossible to recognize him.

Seeing his father deny him, Wang Daichao cried even harder, about to explain, when he saw Wang Juhua reach out to Song Yun, respectfully saying: "Mr. Song, to come to my turf, visiting Meichen Hotel, and not welcoming you promptly, is negligent."

Song Yun smiled and shook hands with Wang Juhua: "Mr. Wang, you’re too kind. I have matters to attend to, I’ll take my leave, let’s chat another day."

Wang Juhua asked: "Mr. Song, will you stay in Kuala Lumpur?"

"Don’t worry, if I have time, I will find you for a chat and tea."

Song Yun smiled, though in his heart he thought, I’m so busy, where would I find the time to visit you.

Upon hearing this, Wang Juhua showed a joyful expression, saying: "Looking forward to your visit, please take care."

"Goodbye."

Song Yun waved his hand, leaving with Chen Mengjie and Xiao Hei, and Wang Juhua wanted to see them off, but Song Yun refused.

"Who’s this kid, why is he here?"

Wang Juhua watched Song Yun leave, then turned back to look at pig-headed Wang Daichao, face full of disdain.

Wang Daichao saw his father being extremely respectful to Song Yun, he was stunned a long time ago. At the inquiry from Wang Juhua, he snapped back and tearfully said: "Dad, it’s me."

Wang Juhua listened carefully and realized that indeed it was his son’s voice, he was dumbfounded and exclaimed: "How did you end up like this? Who did this!"

Wang Daichao said: "It was Qilin’s doing, but on Song Yun’s command."

Upon hearing this answer, Wang Juhua, who was originally furious and wanted to help his son take revenge, suddenly deflated.

Whether it was Qilin’s intertwined forces or Song Yun, were not to be trifled with.

This loss, he could only swallow.

Wang Daichao evidently noticed his father’s powerlessness too, he didn’t want revenge anymore and asked morosely while holding his swollen face: "Dad, who is that person?"

Wang Juhua said: "Do you remember me telling you about Asura?"

"Ah! He is Asura!"

Wang Daichao’s face dramatically changed, his heart shattered, he’d gone and provoked Asura, and sparing his life was a stroke of luck.

But damn, why didn’t Qilin take a beating?

After returning to his hotel room, Qilin immediately called a contact.

"Has my brother not contacted you yet?"

"No." The response was concise, without any nonsense.

"Well, if my brother contacts you, you must tell me immediately, I have things to discuss with him. Forget it, when my brother calls you, just forward it directly to my phone." After saying this, Qilin hung up the phone.

He fell into thought, pondering why Song Yun let him go so easily was simply abnormal.

Song Yun wasn’t someone to be trifled with, didn’t give face to even Kunpeng, let alone Qilin.

Moreover, his own older brother Kunpeng had deep enmity with Song Yun since the day Song Yun started his career, always suppressing Song Yun, even faked Mr. Song’s death, and allied with Song Kunlun. It’s impossible for Song Yun to be so forgiving, and now seeing him, he still let him off.

"Strange, why would he let me go?"

Qilin had a solemn expression; as he undressed, intending to take a bath and then quickly leave Malaysia by plane.

As he took off his shoes, he suddenly noticed a small grain-sized black dot at the heel of his right leather shoe. He picked it up for a closer look, and his face immediately changed drastically: "Bad, a tracking device."

He realized that Song Yun hadn’t let him off, this tracking device was left by Song Yun.

"Damn it!"

Qilin cursed loudly, hurriedly prying off the tracker, tossing it to the ground, stomping it crushed, putting on his shoes, and rushed out.

As he opened the door, he was instantly stunned.

Because outside the door, stood a person.

Song Yun!

Song Yun looked at Qilin, stunned at the doorway, and coldly said: "So late, planning to go out for a midnight snack?"