Return of the King, Dominating the City

25: Chapter 24: Acting 25: Chapter 24: Acting Life in the underworld is too chaotic, too exhausting; not only do you live day-to-day fearing being offed by a rival, but you also have to be wary of your own subordinates’ ambitions for a coup.

And on days when the Public Security Bureau feels like blowing through just to shake things down, all they can do is smile bitterly and hand over their red envelopes.

Bang!

The door was pushed open by a handsome-looking young man.

Wang Hu’s eyes lit up—it was indeed him, he really had come.

Following behind Song Yun was a woman…

over one meter eighty tall?

Out of curiosity, Wang Hu took a closer look, only to be met with such a fierce look in the woman’s eyes that even he couldn’t help shivering.

Putting aside the psychological shock Song Yun had caused him yesterday, just by the light of the ambiguous figure’s sword, it was obvious this was someone not to be trifled with.

These days, anyone daring enough to fight with cold weapons, who wasn’t at least somewhat skilled, was already dead.

“Mr.

Song, you’ve arrived,” Wang Hu said respectfully, bowing to Song Yun.

“Yeah.” Song Yun settled into a sofa, only his head visible as he spoke in a faint voice, “Where are those people?”

“They’ll be here soon.

I received their text last night.

They said they’d be here at nine o’clock sharp this morning.” Wang Hu could no longer hide the admiration in his eyes, thinking that this would be a good master.

Just because he wanted to avenge his woman, he was ready to take care of a foreign friend.

Just on this point alone, Song Yun was a true man, which highly appealed to Wang Hu, who licked blood off knife edges for a living.

At this moment, Wang Hu also had a question: Why did these RB people want to mess with that woman?

Could it just be because she was good-looking?

Implausible.

There were good-looking women among the RB people too, and besides, the price offered by Sanben Tai Lang was too tempting.

No gang would refuse it.

“Black Flood Dragon, go lie in wait in another private room.

When they arrive, wait for my signal before making a move,” Song Yun said without any niceties.

Black Flood Dragon nodded and spotting an unopened bottle of white liquor on the table, casually grabbed it and went into the private room closest to Song Yun.

“Wang Hu, now tell me about the gangs in this area,” Song Yun said, thinking to himself that these RB people were very cunning.

Today he had flipped Wang Hu, and it was possible they would target another gang tomorrow.

It was better to get the lay of the land first.

“There’s the Guangzhou Gang to the east, the Noble Young Master Gang to the north, while the west and the south are my territory.

I run the biggest gang around Sunnan University.

The Guangzhou Gang is a bunch of Guangzhou guys; their fighting power isn’t great, but they shouldn’t be underestimated.

As for the Noble Young Master Gang to the north, they go by a gang’s name, but they can’t really be considered one,” Wang Hu said with a wry smile.

“They are students from Sunnan University, and the Noble Young Master Gang is more like the student union there, but some of their top members either have powerful backgrounds or are very rich.

They keep to themselves in the north, playing their own games, so I don’t have much to do with them.

After all, I can’t afford to provoke them,” Wang Hu explained, still smiling bitterly.

“Students failing to study and turning out a gang instead.

Tell me about their high-ranking members,” Song Yun asked curiously.

“Tian Qi, Dong Xin, Zeng Bufen, Li Shiwan.”

“Tian Qi’s dad is the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee.

Dong Xin’s dad is the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau.

Zeng Bufen’s dad is the director of the Tax Bureau.

The only one not involved with government is Li Shiwan.

They say his dad is a businessman dealing in substantial commerce, but nobody really knows what exactly his dad does,” Wang Hu didn’t dare conceal anything and laid out the backgrounds of the four people completely.

“They shouldn’t be called the Noble Young Master Gang.

More like a Daddy-Backing Alliance,” Song Yun said with a playful smile.

“Boss, those guys are here,” a lookout who had been hiding outside came running in and reported to Wang Hu upon seeing the RB people arrive.

“They’ve arrived,” Wang Hu frowned, his mood tense.

He knew that neither Sanben Tai Lang nor Song Yun were average men, and he wasn’t easy to fool either.

If the two started drawing guns and fighting in the bar, what would he do?

He’d left his guns at home.

If he’d known he wasn’t going to change clothes, at least he’d have had a chance to save his life.

Song Yun noticed Wang Hu’s nervousness and pulled out a handgun from his waist, stuffing it into his hands and said, “Don’t be nervous, it’s all just an act.

Remember, from this moment on, you’re the lead.

Just improvise.”

Grateful, Wang Hu glanced at Song Yun.

Song Yun smiled lightly and stood behind Wang Hu, playing the part of a subordinate.

“Boss Wang Hu, did you have a good sleep last night?” Before they arrived, a sleazy voice came through, “And that woman, you didn’t touch her, did you?

Mr.

Yamamoto specifically requested her to warm his bed tonight.”

The translator entered with a smug grin.

When he saw the bandage on Wang Hu’s leg, he paused in surprise and said, “Boss Wang Hu, you’re already so fierce.

How did you get hurt?

Did something go wrong?”

“Haha, don’t worry.

It was just revenge from an enemy last night on my way home.

He slashed my leg, but they didn’t get any advantage; I took one of them down,” Wang Hu told the lie effortlessly, immediately concocting a reason that earned Song Yun’s admiration.

The translator nodded, thoughtfully adding, “But after closing this deal, Boss Wang Hu’s future will be bright.

When you make it big, don’t forget about me, okay?”

“Of course, I’ll definitely remember you,” Wang Hu sneered to himself, thinking that the master who caused his leg injury was standing right behind him, and that yesterday this master had only hurt him because he still had use for him.

This traitor probably won’t be able to walk out in one piece today.

“Who is this?” the translator asked, frowning slightly at the sight of Song Yun.

“Oh, this is my brother-in-law.

My wife just brought him from the countryside to hang out with me.

We’re all family here, Mr.

Sanben can rest assured,” Wang Hu said with a feigned smile.

The translator nodded, said a few words in Japanese to the people outside, and then Sanben Tai Lang slowly walked in, followed by a young man with a sullen face, who looked over Wang Hu and Song Yun with disapproval before standing behind Sanben Tai Lang like a bodyguard.

“Gibberish gibberish, toad squeegee you baby,” Sanben Tai Lang took a sip of beer and started gesturing and babbling incoherently—Song Yun didn’t understand a word.

At that moment, Song Yun’s entire attention was on the beer in Sanben Tai Lang’s hand, thinking how nice it would have been if he’d slipped some poison into his beer earlier — how convenient that would be.

“Mr.

Sanben is very appreciative of Boss Wang Hu’s efficiency.

Mr.

Sanben also says that if you ever plan to travel to RB someday, you must let him know.

He will show you the hospitality of a landlord,” the translator said, flashing his yellow teeth.

“Alright, Boss Wang Hu, Mr.

Sanben would like you to bring up the two women now,” the translator said.

“You go bring them in,” Wang Hu gave Song Yun a look.

“Yes,” Song Yun wrinkled his brow as he was about to step out of the room when the sullen-faced man suddenly spoke up in stiff Huaxia, “No need, let’s all go together.”