Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1912: Chapter 1768: Car Accident

Speaking of this, Shen Kunpeng stood up and said to everyone: "Today’s meeting will end here. Second brother, contact the Blood Clan to have them kill Song Yun; Fifth brother, continue arranging people to find that person’s whereabouts and figure out a way to get the Token back. As long as we have the map in the Token, we can have at least a fifty percent chance of finding the Peach Source."

After giving the orders, the people in the conference room gradually dispersed and walked out.

Shen Bing caught up with Shen Han and whispered: "Fourth brother, I’d like to talk to you."

"What’s there to talk about between us?"

Shen Han glanced arrogantly at Shen Bing, disregarding this brother, displaying an extremely arrogant attitude.

Shen Bing frowned slightly and said gravely: "Fourth brother, I’d like to talk to you about Song Yun."

Shen Han was very interested in Song Yun. Upon hearing this, he paused and voluntarily slowed his pace.

The two fell behind, waiting until everyone else had walked away. Shen Bing spoke: "Fourth brother, you just heard Uncle say Song Yun has a sword capable of instantly killing mid-stage SS-level warriors. I’m thinking, if you could get that sword, with your skills, you would surely be able to fight SS-level late-stage, or even peak warriors."

Shen Han was not foolish. Upon hearing this, he understood Shen Bing’s implication and sneered: "You want me to deal with Song Yun, steal his sword, and conveniently help you get revenge, right?"

Seeing his little scheme uncovered, Shen Bing remained unchanged in expression and said: "How could that be? I’m doing all this for your own good, Fourth brother. After all, if the sword falls into the hands of the Blood Clan, it won’t be easy to take it back."

"Hmph!"

Shen Han snorted coldly and then laughed: "Although Song Yun is strong, I don’t take him seriously. This time, I will personally act to kill him!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Bing was delighted.

He probed: "Fourth brother, aren’t you afraid of disobeying father’s word, breaking the Hermit Realm’s agreement, or provoking that Yaksha?"

"Being overly cautious won’t accomplish anything!" Shen Han said proudly: "Besides, I can definitely kill Song Yun without attracting attention. At that time, no one will know it was me who did it."

Shen Bing cupped his hands and said: "Then I wish you all the best, Fourth brother."

"Hmph!"

Shen Han snorted coldly, ignoring Shen Bing, and walked forward.

As for Song Yun, these days, apart from training, he has been living extravagantly outside, quite carefree.

On this day, Song Yun and Shen Yan were outside drinking. After they finished, Shen Yan was already drunken beyond recognition.

Song Yun had no choice but to drive Shen Yan’s old Jetta, used to show off, to take him back.

Driving the car, with the stereo playing soothing music, but suddenly, a strong light shone from the left side of the vehicle, the opponent seemingly intentionally using high beam headlights, making it hard for people to open their eyes.

A large truck, moving very fast, drove straight towards their Jetta.

Song Yun sneered and kept driving, wanting to see who was so blind as to dare provoke him.

In front of the old Jetta, another beam of strong light lit up.

Just at this moment, another large truck charged towards the old Jetta.

On the right side of the road was a guardrail. At this moment, the two trucks blocked the way forward and the left turn, putting the old Jetta in a very dangerous situation.

Song Yun held the steering wheel with his left hand, and placed his right hand on the handbrake.

Turning the steering wheel, stepping on the clutch, pulling the handbrake!

The actions were performed in one swoop.

Screech...

The Jetta’s tires emitted a friction sound, raising white smoke, and the car under Song Yun’s control drifted around.

At the critical moment, narrowly avoiding the pincer attack of the two large trucks.

However, the vehicle ultimately was in an extreme condition and still did not completely avoid the truck’s impact.

Bang.

With a loud noise, the trunk of the old Jetta was hit from the side by the large truck and was directly ripped apart.

With the impact’s momentum, the old Jetta side-shifted.

Song Yun quickly controlled the steering wheel to avoid losing control and flipping the car.

At this moment, he was grateful that Shen Yan had made lightweight modifications to the old Jetta, making the entire trunk just a shell, and therefore so fragile.

If the car’s rear had been too sturdy, the damage would have been even worse.

Even though they narrowly escaped disaster, the collision was still very fierce.

Song Yun turned his head to see that Shen Yan had already passed out.

He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt to check Shen Yan’s injuries.

Bang.

Suddenly, someone landed on the hood of the old Jetta, stamping it down, drawing Song Yun’s attention.

From the windshield, he looked out, only seeing a pair of legs, unable to discern the person’s appearance.

While Song Yun was puzzled, a flash of cold light appeared, and a sharp sword, from outside the windshield, stabbed inside.

Seeing the sword stabbing towards him, Song Yun didn’t have time to open the door and kicked the door, jumping out together with the flying door.

Swish.

The sharp sword, under the dim streetlights, glimmered with a cold light, as if stabbing into tofu, effortlessly piercing through the windshield, and then penetrating the driver’s seat backrest.

Song Yun stood still, looked up, and saw on the Jetta’s hood stood a young man dressed in a black suit and holding a sharp sword.

The young man looked around eighteen or nineteen years of age, handsome in appearance, with a proud cold smile at the corner of his mouth. He sheathed his sword and glanced at Song Yun, his eyes carrying a playful look.

This person was Shen Han.

"You do have some skill."

Shen Han looked at Song Yun and said playfully.

As soon as the words fell, he shook the long sword and stabbed into the car, targeting the passenger seat where Shen Yan lay.

Shen Yan had already passed out from the earlier collision and was lying motionless in the seat.