Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 254 - 255: Deterrence

Chapter 254: Chapter 255: Deterrence

Song Xiaodong looked at the additional ten million in his account and smiled faintly, lifting his foot off Mad Bull’s head. He said, "Consider yourself lucky, kid."

"Fuck you, just you wait, I’ll get my revenge someday!" Mad Bull roared in anger, but he was now completely without the strength to fight back. Even yelling like this made him feel an indescribable pain all over his body.

"Let’s go," Song Xiaodong waved his hand, and Miao Xuanxuan immediately snuggled up beside him, incredibly well-behaved.

Li Gang and Wang Xiaoqiang followed behind Song Xiaodong and Miao Xuanxuan. They had never felt as glorious as they did today, never had such a sense of triumphant pride. Their chests were puffed high, their gaze sweeping over others around them.

Those people avoided their gaze subconsciously, which gave Li Gang and Wang Xiaoqiang a strong sense of accomplishment, soaring so high they hardly knew where they were.

Everyone automatically cleared a path for Song Xiaodong and his group, watching the four of them walk out of the bar leisurely, with no one daring to follow.

By the time Qian Zizai and his people arrived, Song Xiaodong and his group had already been gone for over ten minutes. Zeng Hu was so furious that he nearly wanted to smash the bar to pieces.

Qian Zizai stopped him, then gathered the lackeys around, asking if anyone had taken photos.

Indeed, some clever lackey had secretly snapped photos of Song Xiaodong and his group. With the photos, Qian Zizai wasn’t worried about not finding the main characters.

The incident was indeed humiliating and Qian Zizai felt a headache coming on. If the news spread, it would be a fatal blow to Brother Long’s prestige. Those who had been restless all along might start making moves.

Without any leads on the main characters now, Qian Zizai and his people left the bar. They drove a few hundred meters forward when a lackey suddenly pointed to the roadside and shouted, "There they are!"

Several cars immediately stopped, and a group of people jumped out of the cars, swiftly surrounding Song Xiaodong and his group.

Zeng Hu was about to order an attack, but Qian Zizai gestured with his hand, stepped forward to meet Song Xiaodong, squinting his triangular eyes, and said, "Brother, you must be waiting here on purpose for us, right?"

Song Xiaodong looked at Qian Zizai and said, "At least you’re not dumb."

Qian Zizai’s face remained unchanged as he said, "If you wanted to leave, you shouldn’t have appeared here."

"Are you Jin Long?" Song Xiaodong asked nonchalantly.

"No, Brother Long isn’t here," Qian Zizai frowned slightly. The fact that the other party didn’t recognize Brother Long made things a bit strange.

Song Xiaodong spoke calmly, "Whether he’s here or not doesn’t matter. You can tell that Jin Long for me, I’ve always lived by the principle of not offending those who don’t offend me. If you dare to keep pestering me, I won’t mind taking the fight to your doorstep and turning that so-called Jin Long into a dead dragon."

"Fuck...," Zeng Hu immediately swore, but having only spat out two words, he saw a blur before his face was struck hard twice, followed by a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. He suddenly felt weightless as his body knocked over two people behind him to the ground.

Qian Zizai’s face changed instantly; he had not seen clearly how the other person made his move. Most importantly, Zeng Hu was Jin Long’s top fighter, yet he was knocked down without a chance to react in the hands of the other party.

Song Xiaodong clapped his hands, his expression darkening as he said, "You’d better watch your mouths."

This was undoubtedly an act of intimidation and it had the desired effect of establishing his authority. With even Zeng Hu subdued, the others didn’t stand a chance, and some of Mad Bull’s lackeys who had been beaten by Song Xiaodong recounted the incident, adding to the fear of Song Xiaodong’s strength.

Zeng Hu tried to get up and fight back, but Qian Zizai stopped him, looking at Song Xiaodong and saying, "Good skills, but do you really think you can stand against Brother Long with just that?"

"Can’t I? Do you want to try?" Song Xiaodong asked sharply, yet his overwhelming self-confidence surged forth.

Faced with Song Xiaodong’s stare, Qian Zizai’s thoughts raced, but he suddenly realized that in the face of such an absolute gap in strength, many schemes were completely useless.

After establishing his dominance, Song Xiaodong snorted coldly and said, "Are you thinking of other ways to threaten me later? You can try. If you dare to bother me again, I won’t let you off so easily. I’ll uproot you... and make sure that in this city, characters like you no longer exist."

"That’s some big talk," Zeng Hu glared angrily.

"Don’t think just because you’ve made a name for yourselves in a small city that you’re something special. Let me tell you, in my eyes, you’re just a bunch of frogs in a well. I can’t even be bothered to deal with you."

Having said this, Song Xiaodong wrapped his arm around Miao Xuanxuan and walked straight ahead. The lackeys instinctively made way for them, not a single person daring to stop them.

"We’re just letting him go like that?" Zeng Hu said unsatisfied from behind.

Qian Zizai gave a wry smile and said, "Can we even stop him?"

Zeng Hu’s mouth twitched. He wanted to say they had so many people, and they were armed, but he knew better. Based on Song Xiaodong’s performance earlier, unless they used guns, the clubs and daggers they had would pose no threat to him, and wielding them might even result in their own serious injury or death.

Back at Jin Long’s villa, Qian Zizai reported the incident. Looking at Jin Long’s livid face, he said, "Brother Long, I think we should thoroughly investigate this person and then decide what to do. I feel this guy is quite strange; we can’t act recklessly."

Jin Long took a deep breath and said, "All right, investigate him thoroughly. If he truly has a deep background, we’ll just have to take our loss."

"Okay, I’ll take care of it," Qian Zizai nodded.

Even though things had been arranged, Jin Long and his people felt incredibly oppressed and frustrated. So many of their own were injured, and on top of that, they had lost ten million. Even with Jin Long’s financial power, it hurt terribly.

At this time, Song Xiaodong had already returned home, and surprisingly, Miao Xuanxuan had followed him back.

Song Xiaodong had intended to send her home, but Miao Xuanxuan said, "It’s the middle of the night. If I go home now, my dad will scold me to death. It’s already late, so I might as well stay at your place for the night. Besides, your house has many rooms. Isn’t there a place for me to stay?"

Song Xiaodong thought about it and agreed, so he brought her back with him.