Chapter 1921: Chapter 1772: Raising the Stakes (Part 2)
Yao Xu announced the value of each car one by one and finally said: "A total of seven cars, amounting to 13 million."
million!
Upon hearing this number, the Mo Family was dumbfounded.
million, how much money is that? So much that it’s impossible to count.
What kind of transportation does Song Yun have, to dare compare like this?
"Interesting, a total value of 13 million, there aren’t many cars that exceed 13 million."
"Could it be that Song Yun is driving a Ferrari LaFerrari?"
"Not necessarily, maybe it’s a McLaren P1 or a Porsche 918?"
Duanmu Ci’s companions looked at Song Yun with faces full of mockery and made sarcastic remarks.
The cars they mentioned are all super flagship sports cars valued over 13 million.
In their eyes, such level of supercars are definitely not something Song Yun could afford.
Duanmu Ci’s face showed a sinister expression as he said to Song Yun: "Kid, now it’s your turn, bring out your car for us to see."
Song Yun smiled lightly and said leisurely: "Did I ever say that my transportation is a car?"
"Oh, is it a bicycle then?" Duanmu Ci taunted.
One of his companions said: "Maybe it’s not a bicycle, it’s a tricycle, and an electric tricycle at that, haha, very high-end."
Another person chimed in: "It’s not just electric, but hybrid, unlike Song Yun’s electric tricycle."
Duanmu Ci sneered, looked at Song Yun with a mocking expression, and said with some impatience: "Song Yun, hurry and show us your transportation."
"Don’t rush, let me make a call first."
Saying this, Song Yun took out his special Nokia phone.
Upon seeing this phone, Duanmu Ci burst out laughing: "Hahaha, in this day and age, you still use such a blue-screen phone. If it were twenty years ago, your phone would be amazing, but using this phone now, can I say you’re being nostalgic?"
Looking at Song Yun’s phone, Duanmu Ci and his companions laughed and mocked him again.
Now, Duanmu Ci was completely relieved; if Song Yun had money, he definitely wouldn’t use such a crappy phone.
Since he has no money, his transportation must be terrible.
Song Yun stepped aside and finished his call in two or three sentences.
After he hung up, Duanmu Ci said: "Delaying won’t do you any good, your hands are doomed today."
Song Yun smirked nonchalantly, lit a cigarette, and said: "No rush, my transportation is on its way."
Duanmu Ci snorted coldly and threatened: "I’ll give you ten minutes, if your bicycle doesn’t arrive, don’t blame me for being harsh."
"Come on, Boss Duanmu, have a seat first."
Mo Laosi brought out a deck chair from his house and placed it next to Duanmu Ci.
Upon seeing the chair, Third Uncle shouted: "Isn’t that the deck chair I bought? I wondered why it disappeared as soon as I brought it home; turns out Lao Si stole it."
Fourth Uncle said righteously: "Third Brother, watch your words, it’s not stealing, it’s using."
"Softie Mo, I find you truly shameless."
Duanmu Ci mocked, sitting down on the deck chair.
Fourth Uncle wore a sycophantic smile and walked into the house, bringing out a sickle for harvesting wheat, and said: "Boss Duanmu, you can use this to chop off Song Yun’s hands later."
Duanmu Ci handed the sickle to his bodyguard Ah Kun beside him and laughed: "Softie Mo, you truly are despicable."
The members of the Mo Family were too angry to speak.
Fourth Uncle’s behavior was worse than that of animals.
They realized then that treating Fourth Uncle and Fourth Aunt’s family well had been pointless, as these two truly had no conscience.
Both sides were stuck in a standoff, glaring angrily at each other as time ticked by.
When ten minutes were up, Duanmu Ci pointed at Song Yun: "Time’s up, seems I have no choice but to resort to violence."
He stood up and looked at Mo Yuyao with a greedy expression, saying: "Miss Yu Yao, don’t worry, I will treat you well. As for your boyfriend, he’s about to become disabled. I don’t think you’d want to be with a disabled person, would you?"
"Hmph!" Mo Yuyao snorted coldly, ignoring Duanmu Ci.
Duanmu Ci’s gaze turned cold as he turned to Song Yun and said: "A bet is a bet; cutting off your hands was your own words. Ah Kun, go ahead."
As soon as the words were spoken, Ah Kun, holding the sickle, walked toward Song Yun.
Song Yun remained motionless, looking skyward, and calmly said: "A bet is a bet; what you forgot is who’s actually losing. Moreover, my transportation is here."
Upon hearing Song Yun say his transportation had arrived, everyone was puzzled.
Everyone looked skyward in the direction of his gaze.
In the sky was a military helicopter, flying very low, heading toward the Mo Family’s place.
Less than a hundred meters in altitude, everyone could even see that this helicopter was equipped with advanced weaponry, essentially a combat helicopter.
Whir, whir, whir...
The sound of the helicopter’s rotor grew louder, and its ominous-looking gun barrels and massive missiles instilled a sense of oppression in everyone.
After the mission was over, the helicopter had been given to Song Yun; however, it couldn’t be parked just anywhere in Yanjing, so Song Yun had it moved to Sunan.
The call he made earlier was to the military subdivision in Yong’an District, asking them to bring the helicopter over.
The military subdivision is in the outskirts, not far from here, so the helicopter arrived in ten minutes.
Gazing at the helicopter skyward, Duanmu Ci sneered, looked at Song Yun, and mocked: "This helicopter wouldn’t happen to be your transportation, would it?"
Song Yun blew a smoke ring and smiled: "You’re smart, guessed right."
Upon hearing this, Duanmu Ci chuckled and derided: "Song Yun, you really boast extravagantly, this is a military combat helicopter, why would it be yours? Besides, can you afford a helicopter?"
Duanmu Ci and his companions looked at Song Yun with faces full of disdain, none believing his words.
The Mo Family members too furrowed their brows.
Duanmu Ci said to Mo Yuyao: "Miss Yu Yao, come with me, Song Yun this liar, won’t bring you happiness."
"Foolish."
Mo Yuyao glanced at Duanmu Ci, seeing him now as a clown performing a farce.
Being insulted by Mo Yuyao, Duanmu Ci’s face showed annoyance.
He looked at Song Yun, teeth clenched, saying: "Ah Kun, Da Dong, get going, chop off his hands."
"Yes."
Ah Kun and Da Dong responded and approached Song Yun without hesitation.
At that moment, the helicopter’s loudspeaker blared.
"General Song, I am Major Zeng Lingqiu from the Yong’an District military subdivision, acting on your command, I have brought your helicopter."
The loudspeaker’s voice echoed throughout the yard.
Initially, everyone thought the helicopter was just passing by and paid no mind, but upon hearing this, those around were intrigued, wondering who exactly General Song was.
And in the Mo Family’s yard, everyone exhibited a look of astonishment, open-mouthed, nearly dropping their jaws.
Upon hearing Zeng Lingqiu call out General Song, they realized it was Song Yun.
As he was the only Song present in the yard.
Song Yun signaled to the helicopter in the sky to wait a moment.
He approached Mo Xiang, asking: "Uncle Mo, is there any open ground nearby that can accommodate the helicopter?"
Hearing the question, the stunned Mo Family members regained awareness.
Mo Xiang’s mind was a blank, taking a long time to answer Song Yun’s inquiry.
Third Uncle pointed outside the yard, saying: "There’s a piece of open ground out there, should be able to park the helicopter, though the ground is soft, is that okay?"
"No problem." Song Yun said: "Come, Third Uncle, lead the way."
The two exited the yard together, walking past Duanmu Ci and his group, who instinctively stepped aside, filled with awe toward Song Yun.
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