Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 85 - 85 84 It Depends on Your Sincerity

85: Chapter 84: It Depends on Your Sincerity 85: Chapter 84: It Depends on Your Sincerity “I admit I was wrong, big brother!” Jin Zheng cried out, his face streaming with snot and tears as he clung to Song Yun’s thigh and wailed, “My master is a top expert on the Dragon List.

If you break my legs today, my master won’t let you off either.

Big brother, please spare me, I promise it won’t happen again, and you’ll never see it.”

“Wow, your master is a top expert on the Dragon List, huh?

Then how come you don’t recognize me?” Song Yun said indifferently.

He had felt that the theft of Li Shishi’s underwear was connected to the Dragon List the first time it happened; little did he expect that by randomly catching someone, he’d have nabbed a pervert whose master was on the Dragon List.

“Are you…

are you also a top expert from the Dragon Gang?” Jin Zheng asked cautiously.

“I remain Song Yun whether I sit or stand,” Song Yun said.

“You don’t even recognize me; I’m starting to doubt your words.”

“Song Yun…

Song Yun…

Song Yun?” A name suddenly surfaced in Jin Zheng’s mind, a name that his master had repeatedly warned him not to cross…

And that name seemed to be Song Yun.

“Gulp~”

“Are you the newly promoted number two on the Dragon List, big brother Song Yun?” Jin Zheng asked quietly after swallowing hard.

“Who the hell is your big brother.

Now, you have two choices,” Song Yun said with a face like a gang lord.

“The first is to stay put and let me break your legs, and the second is to call your master and have him come to redeem you.”

“But…

but…

can I choose a third option?” Jin Zheng, not caring about the pain in his ankle, struggled to rise and asked.

“Oh, you want to choose the first option, I get it.

Now just lie there and don’t move, okay?

I have a good technique; you probably won’t feel a thing,” Song Yun said with a ferocious smile.

Jin Zheng quickly crawled several meters backwards and said with a crying tone, “I’ll call my master.”

Right now, Jin Zheng felt as if he were being crushed by thousands of ghosts.

Facing a gangster and scoundrel of an expert, he really had no options.

If he couldn’t beat the man, cursing would only lead to a broken leg.

Even every word he said was dismissed as nonsense, and it seemed he was assumed to have chosen the first solution by default.

It was too bullying.

“Dudu dudu~~~”

Reluctant as he was, Jin Zheng could only obediently call his master, now his only hope.

He hoped his master would come to his rescue, seeing that he was his only direct disciple.

“Hello, who is this?” A voice of great authority came from the phone.

Swallowing hard, Jin Zheng said in a low voice, “Master, it’s Xiao Jin.”

“Xiao Jin, where are you so late?

Did you get into trouble again?”

“I’ve run into Song Yun, the number two on the Dragon List.

I’ve offended him inadvertently, and he wants to break my legs, Master, please come to save me!” Jin Zheng cried as he explained the situation to his master.

There was quiet on the other end of the line for a while before the person asked, “Where are you now?

I’ll be right there.”

Jin Zheng reported his location, then heard the call end on the other side.

“Big brother Song Yun, my master will be here shortly.”

“Don’t worry,” Song Yun said with a smile and a nod.

“As long as your master brings enough ransom, I’ll definitely let you go.

I, Song Yun, am not the kind to break promises.”

Time ticked by second by second, and after about ten minutes or so, Song Yun sensed someone rushing toward this location at high speed.

“Song Yun, my young friend, please be merciful, do not harm my unworthy disciple,” came the man’s voice before his arrival, sending waves of sound crashing over Song Yun.

After hearing it, Song Yun realized that he had been distracted for about a second or two, which wasn’t a joke; on the battlefield, those one or two seconds could decide life or death.

The visitor was an elderly man with white hair.

Although he appeared to be over fifty, his body was still strong, and his Zhongshan suit was stretched taut by his muscular physique.

“Who goes there?

Give your name,” Song Yun said coldly.

“I am Jin He, the sixth on the Dragon List.

My unworthy disciple has caused you trouble today, and I hope you will be gracious enough to spare him,” Jin He said with a frown.

“Oh?

Just because you say ‘spare him,’ I should spare him?

Wouldn’t that make me look like I have no face?” Song Yun sneered.

“What do you propose we do?

Today, indeed, it was my disciple’s fault.

State your terms, no need to hide,” Jin He said coldly.

“You should know that this disciple of yours actually tried to molest my woman.

If I hadn’t discovered it in time, she might have been successful by now.

What do you think we should do about this?” Song Yun asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s true that the boy is at fault, and when we get back, I will punish him accordingly.

I only ask that you not harm his legs; I still need him to pass on the martial arts.”

“Of course, but it depends on your sincerity.

Let me tell you, Qingluan, the number three on the Dragon List, is now at my place.

If you’re thinking of using violence, I suspect she would be more than willing to step in for me,” Song Yun said with an unabashed smile.

Hearing Song Yun’s words, Jin He’s heart skipped a beat.

So, Song Yun really had a connection with Qingluan.

He had foolishly thought that Song Yun was just a guy from the National Security Bureau Special Action Department.

After pondering for a moment, Jin He said, “Three healing serums; that’s the biggest stake I can offer.”

Song Yun chuckled, “As if I’d believe you.

You’ve been on the Dragon List for several terms at least.

I don’t buy that you don’t have any valuable goods on you.

If you don’t show some real sincerity, I’ll get going, you know.

You’re not that old; you could find another successor.”

Jin He inwardly cursed Song Yun’s ancestors eighteen generations deep, the kid was damn clever, wielding his leverage with the audacity of a lion.

He had to save Jin Zheng, not just because he’d wasted so much medicine helping Jin Zheng practice martial arts, but also because he was his own nephew.

“Song Yun, you’re joking, my friend.

I’m fifty-eight this year; in a few years, I probably won’t be able to walk.

Moreover, you know the effort and money it takes to train a direct disciple, so I hope you’ll go easy on the fellow as a courtesy between colleagues,” Jin He said with a forced smile.

“I don’t know, I don’t know anything,” Song Yun said shamelessly.

“All I know is that this brat tried to violate my woman, and just for that, I could have him sentenced to over ten years in prison using my National Security credentials.” Song Yun pressured on.

“And if I’m in a bad mood, I might even get to know some people who could get him sentenced between ten and twenty years, and then lock him up in the strictest Qin City Prison in the country.”