Return of the King, Dominating the City

78: Chapter 77 Did you not kill him?

78: Chapter 77 Did you not kill him?

Being called a parasitic menace to the nation by a guy holding a gun?

Damn, is there no law left in this world?

I bust my ass working hard for my money, and just because I bring it here, I’m suddenly labeled a rich second-generation or an official’s offspring.

So who are you now?

A grand bandit or a world-shocking robber?

Song Yun saw the Bald Man’s dark gun barrel turned towards him, shrugged his shoulders, and crouched down again on the ground.

“You two stay put and squat right here.

Don’t move, or I’ll blow your balls off,” the Bald Man threatened after taking out his cell phone and starting a call.

Song Yun was now squatting behind Qingluan’s butt, and without even needing to look up, he could see her perfect curves.

Qingluan turned her head and asked, “Why don’t you just take him down?”

“Didn’t you hear what the guy said?

‘Whoever dares to move, I’ll blow his balls off.’ You’re a woman; you don’t have balls, so that’s clearly directed at me.

No way am I doing something that stupid,” Song Yun said, pinching his nose, feeling the impulse of a nosebleed coming on.

“Hey, boss, I’ve successfully captured the two of them, but… but the car broke down halfway.

Could you send someone to pick me up?” the Bald Man said into the phone.

“Just wait, I’ll find someone to head over now,” a male voice replied from the phone.

“Hehe, after this job, I can finally take a good break,” the Bald Man sneered.

The other side moved quickly.

Barely five minutes after the Bald Man made the call, a car sped towards them from afar.

Seeing his partner’s arrival, the Bald Man’s guard was slightly lowered, and his grip on the gun loosened.

Just then, a shadow flashed by, and the supposed rich second-generation vanished.

The Bald Man hastily retreated.

Years of combat experience constantly reminded him that he had messed with someone formidable.

As he backed away, he suddenly felt a gun pressing against the back of his head.

The person holding the gun was none other than the “rich second-generation.”

How could a rich second-generation have a gun?

How was he so skilled?

Why hadn’t he searched the boy earlier?

A myriad of questions swirled in the Bald Man’s head, and he deeply regretted not killing him with a single shot earlier.

“Put the gun down,” Song Yun said with a smile, looking at him.

The Bald Man’s mouth gaped open in shock and he let out an incredulous sigh.

Was this mission really going to fail like this?

Was he really going to part ways with his beautiful woman just like that?

Knowing the ins and outs of the organization, he also knew the consequences of failing the mission.

But he couldn’t accept such a miserable end.

“You what, a hippo?

Opening your mouth so wide.

If you want me to shoot inside your mouth, I don’t mind, but my face and clothes will get splattered.

Look at my clothes; they’re damn designer labels.

If blood gets on them, can I even wear them anymore?” Song Yun rambled on then repeated, “Now put the gun down.”

Threatening the kid for the second time, Song Yun was already feeling a murderous intent, thinking about how this bastard had messed up his car and wanting to shoot him.

The Bald Man wanted to cry.

He felt like throwing himself on the ground and bursting into tears.

What the hell was this?

The duck he had in his hand flew away, feathers and all.

This damn kid must have been playing dumb to catch the wise.

And what a masterful act it was – had he shown even a hint of weakness under pressure, the Bald Man would have caught on.

But Song Yun’s performance was so smooth it impressed the Bald Man.

Now, he only wanted to reward him with a bullet and a good knock to the genitals.

“Man, let me tell you, in our line of work, it’s hit or miss.

The financial crisis is getting worse; bounty jobs are dwindling, we barely get a few a month, and the payments for those we do get are staggered.

Prices are always rising, but our wages keep dropping.

It’s tough to earn money but shitty to eat.

I haven’t paid off my mortgage, haven’t married off my wife, and the boss is always chewing me out.

It’s an impossible life,” the Bald Man complained, sitting disheartened on the ground.

Song Yun had never seen such an odd duck.

Just as he was about to offer a few words of comfort before the man’s death, he saw the guy spring up with his gun aimed and shout, “So I don’t freaking want to live anymore, I’ll take you down with me.”

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, but the Bald Man didn’t see the gory scene he envisioned with brains splattering and blood flowing.

The shot missed.

According to physics and kinetics, that hit should have been a guaranteed counter-kill.

But before he could reflect on how to avoid such a miss in the future, Song Yun smashed his gun against the Bald Man’s neck.

With a thud, the Bald Man felt a sharp pain there, his head spun, with little angels circling above, singing Hallelujah, and then he went down, dazed.

Lying on the ground with his eyes doubling, the Bald Man thought, ‘Damn, this kid hits dirty.’

Qingluan pouted, looking at Song Yun, and wordlessly commented about the fallen Bald Man, “Did you kill him?”

“No way, how could I kill someone?”

“Then why is he lying down?”

“He’s…

he got tired,” Song Yun decided, figuring if the guy didn’t rest for a couple of days, he felt he would drop dead from exhaustion.

Chewing on his lip and eyeing the approaching car, Song Yun suggested, “You get in the car first, I’ll change the tire.”

“What about this guy?

Aren’t you going to kill him?” Qingluan stomped her feet frantically, remembering how this bastard had ogled her greedily, which was utterly disgusting.

“You’re quite bloodthirsty for such a young girl.

The Buddhists say we should cherish every blade of grass and tree, let alone a human life.

Letting him live is akin to building a stupa,” Song Yun blurted out, and Qingluan felt like beating him up.

As a car mechanic among his skills as an assassin and a mercenary, Song Yun quickly replaced the blown tire in no time.

After getting in the car, Song Yun and Qingluan realized an important issue.

There was no way out.

Not only was the fast-approaching car blocking them in front, but the trees around them were an obstruction too.

Faced with only one path, Song Yun decisively gave the driver’s seat to Qingluan and sat himself in the passenger’s seat.

“You know how to drive, right?” Song Yun asked, frowning.

“Don’t worry, I’m not very practiced, but I’m an old hand,” Qingluan replied with a confidence that assured she had everything under control.

“Good, now floor the gas and drive straight ahead,” Song Yun said sharply, his demeanor far from that of the foolish boy earlier.