Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 91 - 91 90 Humanoid Tank

91: Chapter 90: Humanoid Tank 91: Chapter 90: Humanoid Tank “Fuck, Brother Tou, are you okay?

I’ve already called the guys to rescue you,” Lao Liu shouted loudly.

Song Yun felt quite helpless at the moment.

All he wanted was some information about the Old Nine Gates, yet it had escalated into this violent mess.

It was not good, not good at all.

Couldn’t everyone just sit down peacefully, have a cup of tea, chat, and come to an understanding?

Besides, as such an innocent young man, you rob me and then deny me the right to fight back?

Is there no law left?

Actually, the thieves were also feeling quite aggrieved.

Thieves operated in a wide range, on buses, trains, in shopping malls, on pedestrian streets, on the way to pick up girlfriends from work, and in internet cafes where people shout excitedly—there was always one of them around.

And even if they got caught by someone, the worst was a beating before being taken to the police station.

But someone like Song Yun, who had not only avoided having his wallet stolen but had actually stolen a thief’s wallet, was considered even worse than cutting off one’s livelihood, akin to the murder of one’s parents—it was a slap in the face, a continuous pummeling of slaps and then spitting on one’s face afterward.

If at this point one still dodged or begged for mercy on their knees, it would be like slapping one’s own face.

At this time, fists were the only thing that could solve the problem, so they came.

They wanted to prove themselves with their fists.

Thieves weren’t pushovers, they had dignity, they had families and faces to maintain.

In any case, their current actions were all about standing up for themselves.

They surrounded Song Yun, with seven or eight people moving towards him, each hiding something bulky under their clothes, clearly carrying weapons.

When his own reinforcements had gathered, Lao Liu, who had been the first to fumble, looked at Song Yun with a cold laugh and said, “Hmph, if you know what’s good for you, let Brother Tou go, empty out all the money you have on you, and kneel and kowtow a few times.

I will kindly spare your life.

But if you resist, see if the knife in my hand agrees.”

While saying this, Lao Liu pulled out a watermelon knife from his chest and stared at Song Yun menacingly.

Song Yun ignored him, not because he tolerated his behavior, but because he felt that talking to such a moron would lower his own status.

And where would his dignity and reputation be placed?

He was not some low-level hoodlum scraping by in society, using curse words like “fuck your dad, fuck your whole family,” nor would he cry out for good people before a fight, fearing a beating.

Song Yun grabbed Bald by the collar and lifted him up, delivering several slaps in succession while saying, “You really want to resist?

Has Sunan City come to this?

So many people are wielding knives and yet not a single cop comes out to intervene?”

Just after he said this, a squad of police officers patrolled by from an alley.

Xiao Qing saw them and yelled, “Uncle police, we’re being surrounded, they say they want to kill us.”

The leading police officer saw Xiao Qing, and his eyes lit up, he coughed twice and said, “Lao Liu, you guys attacking people so openly makes it difficult for me.”

“Officer Jia, this matter is our personal grudge.

If you pretend you didn’t see anything, I will prepare a generous gift and pay you a visit tomorrow,” Lao Liu said in a low voice.

Officer Jia pointed at Li Shishi and said quietly, “Just don’t hurt these three girls.

Remember to have a heart that cherishes beauty, leave them for me.”

After Lao Liu agreed, Officer Jia left contentedly, puffing on his cigarette.

Li Shishi, having heard the officer’s words, stamped her feet in anger on the side, “Hmph, when I get back, I’ll have Wang Dong properly manage the situation in Sunan City.

A good city has turned into what it is now.”

“This is not something Wang Dong can manage by himself; he’s primarily responsible for the upper echelons, and then it trickles down.

As for the district police, they’re even less connected to her,” Song Yun said, shrugging his shoulders.

Seeing that no one responded to his words, the guy turned to chat with the beautiful woman next to him.

Lao Liu, humiliated and enraged, cursed: “Fuck your mother.

Did you hear me?

Hand over all your wallets, or don’t blame me for being rude to you.”

“Fuck, Brother Liu, I say we just chop up this kid and be done with it.

We brothers haven’t even started working today,” a person who looked like a rat said.

“Hehe, Brother Liu, can we brothers have a go at these chicks before we hand them to that cop?

I’ve never seen such good-looking girls,” said a man with a goatee.

“Of course, we’re all brothers here; we should get a taste before passing them to someone else,” Lao Liu said with a lecherous smile.

“Hurry up and give the money; the brothers want to find some fun.”

Song Yun chuckled at Lao Liu and said, “I thought you would come and take it by yourself.

Or do you actually think I would give it back to you?

When you guys steal from others, how many times do you voluntarily return the items?

You thieves must earn quite a bit, meeting someone and demanding, ‘Hand over the money to me.’ Heh, you’re fucking bandits, not thieves.

You’re truly demeaning the profession.”

Enraged by Song Yun’s provocation, Lao Liu turned red and charged at Song Yun with a fist aimed at Song Yun’s face.

He didn’t dare to use a knife to kill someone, especially not in broad daylight.

If he actually killed someone, then the issue would escalate.

Song Yun, smiling, threw a punch at Lao Liu.

His fist was faster, and before Lao Liu’s could land a hit on Song Yun’s face, Song Yun’s fist had already landed on his eye socket.

Lao Liu cried out in pain, his balance thrown off, his upper body fell first to the ground, and strangely, his lower body was left sticking up high.

In reality, Song Yun hadn’t used his full strength.

He was afraid that if he seriously injured someone with one punch, who would be left to steal confidential documents for him once he truly controlled the thieves?

The other thieves didn’t think so much; they only saw their accomplice at a disadvantage and charged in yelling, among them, the guy who looked like a rat daringly pulled out a knife and swung it at Song Yun.

Song Yun landed a punch squarely on the chest of a baseball cap-wearing thief, sending his small body flying into the crowd of onlookers, then he kicked another thief in the crotch, causing him to fall to the ground clutching his groin, unable to get up again.

When the rat-like man came at him with a slash, Song Yun kicked him in the waist.

Before the thief could even cry out in pain, he had already tumbled to the ground, unable to get back up.

Song Yun knocked one down with a punch, sent another flying with a kick.

Regardless of how the thieves struggled or from which angle they attempted to sneak attack, they couldn’t gain any advantage.

This spectacle left Bald astonished.

He had never anticipated Song Yun being so formidable.

Initially thinking Song Yun only knew a bit of kung fu, he now realized Song Yun was like a human tank, knocking down anyone he touched.