Chapter 1841: Chapter 1725: Trouble Comes Knocking
Song Yun drove Juan Mao to the airport. Although Juan Mao’s identity was rather special now, he was using a different identity, and no one knew he was the Master of Abyss.
About halfway there, Song Yun glanced at the rearview mirror and said to Juan Mao, "We are being followed."
Juan Mao glanced at the rearview mirror, pouted, and said, "I saw it too, that Toyota. Their tracking skills are terrible; it’s an insult to us."
"If they’re following us at this time, they probably have bad intentions." Song Yun pondered, "Too many people here, let’s switch locations."
With that, he turned the car towards the outskirts.
He drove straight to a deserted wilderness, then parked and got out to smoke with Juan Mao.
The Toyota followed, driving straight towards them and stopping about ten meters away.
Song Yun chuckled, "Looks like it’s not a tail; they never intended to hide."
Just as he finished speaking, the car doors opened, and two people got out.
One was about forty, dressed in casual clothes, unmistakably Wang Dun from Taishan.
The other, around thirty, wore a pitch-black suit, tall and slim, with a violin case in his hand and a wicked smile on his lips.
Although these two had a restrained aura, they gave Song Yun a dangerous feeling.
He put away his smile and whispered to Juan Mao, "If a fight breaks out later, you run. Don’t look back."
Juan Mao cursed, "Damn, do you think I’m that kind of person?"
Song Yun said, "If you don’t run, you’ll just be a burden to me."
Juan Mao looked frustrated, sulking, "Fine, whatever you say. Looks like I really need to enhance my skills, or you’ll always look down on me."
At this moment, the tall, slim man who got out of the car clangingly placed the violin case on the car roof, leaned against the car door, and said, "Wang Dun, you’re too cautious. To deal with these two, you even brought me along."
Wang Dun rolled his eyes at the tall, slim man, "Back at Taishan, Jizhu protected Beixiao. Now, facing these two, I have to be cautious."
The slim man said, "Jizhu the elder is the High Priest of Taishan, you naturally can’t provoke him. But these two, except for Song Yun who has some background and can’t be killed, there’s only a kid left. I don’t know what you’re worried about. Just make your move. I’ll watch from the side."
Wang Dun nodded, glanced around, worried another expert might appear.
Seeing the coast was clear, he felt reassured and walked towards Song Yun and Juan Mao.
Song Yun asked, "Who are you, and why are you following us?"
Wang Dun scrutinized Song Yun, then glanced at Juan Mao, ordering, "You killed so many from the Tang Family, you must be bound by rules. I’m Wang Dun from the Golden Dragon Palace. If you don’t want to get hurt, come with me."
Golden Dragon Palace!
Song Yun’s heart skipped a beat. He didn’t expect to encounter someone from the Golden Dragon Palace so soon.
The last time, that mysterious beggar tried to recruit him for Golden Dragon Palace; had he agreed, he might have been one of them now.
Unexpectedly, now the people from Golden Dragon Palace appeared, but they came to deal with him instead.
"You’re from Golden Dragon Palace!?"
Juan Mao suddenly spoke, his tone cold, seemingly filled with resentment towards the Golden Dragon Palace.
It seemed he knew about Golden Dragon Palace.
Seeing this, Song Yun was very surprised. How did Juan Mao know about Golden Dragon Palace?
Wang Dun glared at Juan Mao, "Yes, I am from Golden Dragon Palace. Do you have a problem with that?"
Juan Mao snorted coldly, "Hmph, a bunch of self-righteous justice proclaimers, all talk of benevolence and righteousness, but truly heartless! Golden Dragon Palace, pfft, a disgrace to the name Golden Dragon!"
Hearing this, Wang Dun’s face darkened, pointing at Juan Mao, "You annihilated the Tang Family, do you call that justice? If the strong all acted recklessly like you, wouldn’t the world be in chaos?"
"Wang Dun, haven’t you dealt with them yet?"
Meanwhile, the tall, slim man looked over impatiently.
"Don’t rush me; I’ll seize these two guys right away." Wang Dun glanced back at the slim man, clenched his fists, making his bones crackle. He threatened Song Yun and Juan Mao, "Song Yun, I know your strong background. Better not make a move; we’re just following procedures. As for the kid over there, should I make the move, or..."
"Cut the crap!"
Before Wang Dun could finish, Juan Mao threw a punch at him.
Between Song Yun, Juan Mao, Little Bei, and Little Sword God, Juan Mao’s combat power was actually the weakest, only relatively strong among external force users.
Seeing Juan Mao attack, Song Yun worriedly shouted, "Juan Mao, get out of the way."
But it was too late.
Wang Dun grabbed Juan Mao’s fist with his left hand, smashed his right elbow with a reverse strike; with a crack, Juan Mao’s arm was bent backward.
"Ugh!"
Juan Mao grunted in pain, sweat beading on his forehead, but he didn’t retreat, swinging his left fist at Wang Dun.
His eyes were full of hatred—not for Wang Dun, but for Golden Dragon Palace.
"Courting death!"
Wang Dun’s eyes widened, and with the same move, he broke Juan Mao’s left arm.
"With opponents this weak, you still wanted me to help, Wang Dun, are you out of your mind?"
From afar, came the slim man’s annoyed voice.
"You fool, you’re too impulsive, get out of here quickly."
Seeing Juan Mao’s arms disabled, Song Yun’s heart raced. He didn’t want Juan Mao to end up like Little Sword God, with severed arms.
He rushed up, attacking Wang Dun.
"How dare you fight back!"
Seeing Song Yun’s fierce attack, Wang Dun raised an eyebrow, let go of Juan Mao, blocked Song Yun’s attack, and shouted, "Originally, if you didn’t fight back, we’d just follow procedures; you’d save face and we’d let you go. But now you’re courting death!"
"So what if it’s courting death!"
Song Yun was furious. If they dared to hurt his brother, he’d take their lives.
He launched a fierce attack, engaging Wang Dun.
Bam bam bam...
The sound of fists and feet clashing rang out. Song Yun and Wang Dun moved very quickly, exchanging dozens of blows within seconds, with punch shadows all around, evenly matched.
Wang Dun’s expression changed dramatically; he hadn’t expected Song Yun to be so powerful.
Moreover, Song Yun was just in his early twenties; his talent was terrifying.
Bam.
Wang Dun, momentarily distracted, was punched by Song Yun, forcing him back several steps.
Seeing Song Yun was tough to handle, Wang Dun didn’t dare hesitate and shouted at the slim man in the distance, "Help, Song Yun isn’t easy to deal with."
"Interesting. Song Yun, you’re really as strong as the rumors say. A true genius."
The slim man sneered, lifting the violin case, his figure moving as he rushed toward Song Yun, excited, "Hah, I love killing geniuses."
As he spoke, he had already reached Song Yun, kicking at him.
He was about 1.9 meters tall with long legs. His roundhouse kick was exceptionally handsome, aiming straight for Song Yun’s head, as if wanting to kick it off.
Song Yun didn’t block, quickly retreating.
