Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1694 - 1588: Reaching an Agreement

"Your business partner isn’t coming along?" Song Yun quickened his pace, walking up to Hu Feifei and asked.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Hu Feifei replied calmly. "You killed Xiang Rong, all for taking over his enterprises, right?"

Song Yun glanced subtly to the side, confirming there was no one troublesome around before saying, "Some people are useless alive, so they naturally must die. However, I once said to him I wouldn’t touch you or your son. If you want to play games with me, I wouldn’t mind breaking my promise once."

"You want to harm me and my son?" Hu Feifei turned her head to look at Song Yun, her eyes carrying a hint of pitiable innocence, yet her face remained extremely cold.

"Hehe, the condition is that you be sensible." Song Yun tucked both hands into his pockets, speaking while walking forward, "In fact, you and that Rui Changsheng are very naive."

"Whether I’m naive or not isn’t up to you," Hu Feifei retorted.

"Hehe, if I say you’re naive, then you’re naive." Song Yun said, "Think about it, I dealt with Xiang Rong already. If you continue entangling with me, or try to block my way like an ant against a car, it’s merely a matter of killing two more people. You’re so beautiful, and your son is just starting elementary school this year. If he suddenly loses his mom, that would be quite pitiful, of course. If you wish for him to join you below, and your whole family to reunite there, I can gladly assist you with that."

"Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?" Hu Feifei coldly asked.

"Afraid, that’s why I want to give you a chance," Song Yun replied. "Otherwise, believe it or not, you step out of this building and you’ll get hit by a car?"

"You..." Hu Feifei furrowed her brows, reaching out to press the elevator button. Song Yun, however, beat her to it and pressed first, then said, "I just don’t want to cause unnecessary slaughter. Otherwise, I’ve got enough blood on my hands already; I wouldn’t mind adding a couple more."

"What do you want?"

As the elevator door opened, Hu Feifei spoke while walking inside.

"I want you to help me seamlessly acquire Xiang Rong’s film enterprise." Song Yun followed her inside.

"Dream on." Hu Feifei reached to press the floor button, but Song Yun still pressed the button for the 1st floor first.

"Hehe, actually, we could reach a deal." Song Yun said with a grin, "I think that Rui Changsheng must have made some sort of agreement with you, right?"

"My husband was killed by you, and now his enterprise is about to be taken by you. Do you think we could have a deal?" Hu Feifei replied disdainfully.

"Everything in this world is negotiable." Song Yun glanced at Hu Feifei’s perfect silhouette in the cheongsam and said, "Your husband just passed and you’re already collaborating with others against me, which indicates your feelings for him aren’t as deep as you show."

"Hmph, I just need someone to help kick you out." At this moment, Hu Feifei spoke much more candidly compared to before, since their conversation had already become quite clear.

"But you can’t kick us out." Song Yun grinned wickedly, "And if I lose patience, then you’ll have to go down to see your dead husband."

Hu Feifei quietly watched the elevator door, without responding, and Song Yun no longer spoke.

After a long time.

Ding.

The elevator door opened.

Hu Feifei walked out, and Song Yun followed her.

Outside the hall, a black Bentley had been waiting there for some time.

Hu Feifei walked towards the Bentley, a young man in a black suit walked to the door and opened it for her.

"If you don’t give me a satisfying answer before getting in the car, you know the consequences!" Song Yun said softly, walking beside Hu Feifei.

Hu Feifei paused, then calmly said, "I want one-third."

"One-fourth," Song Yun replied.

"Deal."

Hu Feifei nodded, took a few steps forward, and got into the car while Song Yun’s face was filled with delight.

That afternoon.

Xiang Rong’s funeral.

The entire ceremony was spectacular, very similar to what Wang Hu had in Sunan, and Song Yun did not appear in the funeral procession. Instead, he stood in the highest-level office belonging to the boss at Huaxia Film Company, calmly watching the distant, faintly visible black convoy.

Behind Song Yun stood a man.

The man’s body trembled slightly, his forehead covered in beads of sweat.

"Actually, I dislike using violence to solve matters that could be settled with brains," Song Yun continued to gaze into the distance, speaking in a calm voice, as still as water.

"I..." Rui Changsheng swallowed, "I know I was wrong."

"Do you really know?" Song Yun watched the funeral convoy disappear from sight, slowly turned around, looked at Rui Changsheng, and asked.

"I... I know, Brother Song Yun, I truly know, I won’t dare anymore."

"I’ll let you keep your life for now." Song Yun said, "Go have a doctor check those hands of yours. Oh, have someone come in and clean up the blood on the floor."

"O-okay!" Rui Changsheng said, as if granted a reprieve, and promptly left the room. At this moment, it was clear that Rui Changsheng’s hands hung naturally, seemingly weak, and his palms were bloody, even revealing glimpses of white.

That was bone.

Song Yun rubbed his temple; he actually preferred using intellect to solve issues. However, Rui Changsheng, being a veteran of Huaxia Film Company, if Song Yun competed in wits with him, who knows how much time might be wasted. Therefore, after reaching an agreement with Hu Feifei, Song Yun decisively acted against Rui Changsheng.

Rui Changsheng had his hands broken at his own doorstep and was directly sent to Song Yun. Facing Song Yun, Rui Changsheng suddenly felt as if this person was like the death-bringing Judge, although Song Yun was neither menacing nor overwhelming. Even though Song Yun only spoke less than three sentences before Rui Changsheng’s mental defenses completely collapsed.

Thus, Rui Changsheng begged for mercy.

Whether Rui Changsheng’s submission was genuine or deceitful, Song Yun was indifferent. If Rui Changsheng dared to act otherwise, he would deal with him; it was that simple.

Watching Rui Changsheng vanish from sight, Song Yun returned to observing the window.

The sky was dimming, and in the distance, numerous high-rises had lights already flickering on.

Things here are basically... nearly done, right!