Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 82 - 82 81 We Are Friends

82: Chapter 81 We Are Friends 82: Chapter 81 We Are Friends In his early years as a mercenary, Song Yun once encountered a professional female spy.

She truly had hidden weapons all over her body.

When the old man finally caught her, he found four small knives in her hair alone, one under her tongue, damn it, there was even one hidden in her genitals.

For such a dedicated spy, after witnessing the body search conducted by the old man, Song Yun would kill on sight without any mercy.

Who knows when one day a spy surrendered and tried to seduce him, just when they were about to kiss, his tongue got sliced by the innermost blade.

Or when letting off steam, someone’s ‘little brother’ got cut off.

All in all, Song Yun absolutely hated this profession.

They only had eyes for their target, devoid of basic moral principles, let alone caring about the health and rights of the women in their organization.

For Song Yun, who’d been doted on by women since childhood, anyone who disrespected women deserved to go to Hell.

“How did you dodge my shot just now?

I had calculated everything clearly—your walking speed, gravitational forces—all factors proved that you should’ve stepped forward just now,” the masked man said, his voice echoing eerily.

“That’s intuition.

You might not know, but sometimes we’re in the same line of work; I also moonlight as an assassin on occasion.

So, I do possess some sharpness and vigilance required of an assassin.”

“Is that solely based on that?”

“Of course not, what I just said is complete bullshit, don’t take it seriously,” Song Yun said with a laugh.

“Actually, a lot has happened around me recently, so every time I go out, I’m extra alert.

You hid very well just now and calculated everything accurately, but you forgot one thing—the subtle killing intent you showed.

That’s a deadly mistake for an assassin lying in ambush.”

The masked man, clearly shocked by Song Yun’s words, asked, “You sensed my killing intent, just from that?”

“Yes, you should know.

When you aimed the gun at me and cocked it, I heard it.

I was just playing with you, you fool,” Song Yun replied nonchalantly.

Although the surroundings were very quiet, occasional noises could still be heard.

If just by such fleeting sounds he could judge someone lying in ambush, how terrifying must this man be?

“Now, shouldn’t you explain yourself?” the smile vanished from Song Yun’s face as he glared at the other.

“Explain?

Hah, I don’t think I owe you any explanations,” the masked man said, weighing the gun in his hand, confidence radiating as if with the gun he had the world at his command.

Indeed, with a gun in hand, he never felt fear; because the gun was an extension of his body, he was the gun, and the gun was him.

“Let’s not rush into a fight just yet; I have many questions for you, and if you end up shot dead, then no questions can be asked,” Song Yun patiently urged, seeing that the other was ready to make a preemptive strike.

“What do you want to know?” the masked man asked coldly.

His calmness was too uncanny—it was a calmness he had seen on many faces during his past assassinations—whether feigned or genuine, it was always about waiting for backup.

But the composed demeanor of the man in front of him did hint at another conspiracy brewing.

“Did I just show my ulterior motive too soon?” the masked man pondered inwardly.

“Who are you really?

Why are you trying to kill me?

Whom are you serving?” Song Yun asked.

The masked man couldn’t help but laugh, his face still concealed, but Song Yun could tell he was genuinely amused, so much that Song Yun felt the urge to just shoot him.

Looking at the man in front of him, the masked man asked, “Who do you think I am?”

“I don’t know,” Song Yun scratched his head, “That’s why I’m asking you.

If you want a quick death, just spill it.”

“We’re friends,” the masked man responded with a laugh.

Friend my ass!

Song Yun felt like throwing his gun at the man’s face, then performing a 360-degree front aerial flip Thomas full twist followed by a three-and-a-half-side spin, to finish with a 720-degree back aerial flip, smashing it right into his face.

Wasn’t he just insulting the notion of friendship?

“We’re not friends, and perhaps you don’t even grasp the meaning of the word ‘friend.’ To me, a friend is someone who would face hell and high water with me, unshaken by the prospect of a thousand deaths.

On the battlefield, only a man who allows me to trust him with my back can be called a friend.”

The masked man burst out laughing, removed his mask, revealing a face with exotic charm.

“We are friends,” he repeated with a smile.

Song Yun was momentarily taken aback and then smiled, “You came to Sunan City, and you didn’t even let me know to pick you up.”

“The day after you called me, I arrived.

I was supposed to contact you, but the old man said you were recently involved in some trouble, so he asked me to be on standby,” Little Gunsmith Meng Ku chuckled.

“You know, the old man has always looked out for you, but as for us…

well, let’s just say no one wants to be on his radar.”

“Ah, indeed!

Ever since I came to Sunan City, I haven’t had a single day of proper rest, it’s been one thing after another, everyone trying to pull one over on me to rip some benefits,” Song Yun rubbed his forehead.

“But now that you’re here, did you bring your gun?”

“This time I didn’t smuggle myself in, I took the plane openly.

From now on, I’ll rely on you for guns and ammo,” Meng Ku said.

“No problem, come with me now, I’ll take you to find some suitable weapons,” Song Yun finished speaking, flagged down a taxi, gave the driver the destination and then closed his eyes to rest.

Ten minutes later, Song Yun and Meng Ku arrived at an abandoned dock in Sunan City.

It wasn’t long before a flicker of light shone from afar, and slowly Meng Ku heard the roar of an engine.

A motorcycle was approaching, showing no signs of stopping.

Meng Ku frowned, tempted to fire a shot to test the reaction, but Song Yun stopped him.

The motorcycle whizzed past Song Yun, tossing a packet at him before speeding away without looking back.

Song Yun unzipped the package and found it full of processed parts, then said, “Take these parts and assemble them yourself.”

“These are sniper rifle parts,” Meng Ku stated blankly, knowing well how strict the gun control is on the mainland—a single pistol could be closely monitored by the police, it was unbelievable that Song Yun could obtain a sniper rifle amidst such restrictions.

“These are components of the Remington MSR, and I had a few parts reinforced.

Go assemble it and see if it feels right,” Song Yun said calmly.