Chapter 1922: Chapter 1773: Kicked the Hornet’s Nest
The two of them left the courtyard together. As they passed Duanmu Ci and the others, they instinctively stepped aside, full of respect and awe toward Song Yun.
Outside the Mo Family Courtyard was an open space, seemingly a recently cleared area, not yet built upon.
Song Yun gestured to the helicopter, which then descended.
The Mo Family came out, excitedly watching as Song Yun directed the helicopter to a landing position, their faces brimming with cheerful smiles.
The words "General Song," they heard loud and clear.
No matter what, the helicopter wasn’t fake, nor were the officers inside.
That is to say, Song Yun truly was a general.
After the helicopter stopped, a pilot climbed out—Major Zeng Lingqiu.
He walked over to Song Yun and saluted crisply, "Report to General Song: mission accomplished, awaiting orders."
Song Yun looked at Zeng Lingqiu and said, "No specific orders, just park the helicopter here. But it seems you’ll have to drive back yourself."
"Yes, General Song," Zeng Lingqiu stood at attention.
"Hold on, I’ll get you a Ferrari."
After speaking, Song Yun turned and beckoned to Duanmu Ci.
Duanmu Ci’s mouth twitched, though he was reluctant, he still obediently walked up.
Mingling in Yong’an District, even if he didn’t show face to Song Yun, he had to show face to Zeng Lingqiu.
"Major Zeng, what a coincidence."
Duanmu Ci greeted Zeng Lingqiu, the smile on his face uglier than a cry.
At this moment, his heart was shattered because he hadn’t imagined Song Yun would bring a helicopter.
And that Zeng Lingqiu would call Song Yun a general.
This was a general, far beyond Duanmu Ci’s comparison.
Seeing Duanmu Ci with Song Yun, Zeng Lingqiu also dared not neglect, saying to Duanmu Ci, "Mr. Duanmu, turns out you’re friends with General Song."
Upon hearing this, Duanmu Ci felt a chill down his spine and quickly said, "No, no, I’m not Mr. Song’s friend."
"Oh, not friends? Then why are you here?" Zeng Lingqiu asked in confusion.
Song Yun chuckled, "I came to visit my girlfriend’s family, and this guy came to steal my girlfriend."
Upon hearing this, Zeng Lingqiu was enraged, "Duanmu Ci, how dare you act so recklessly, do you have a death wish?"
Saying this, Zeng Lingqiu was about to hit Duanmu Ci.
"Major Zeng, don’t rush," Song Yun stopped Zeng Lingqiu and said, "Just now, Duanmu Ci and I were competing over whose vehicle was more expensive, and now he lost. The bet was severing both hands."
Zeng Lingqiu raised an eyebrow, looking at Duanmu Ci coldly.
Song Yun then turned around and called toward the Mo Family Courtyard gate, his gaze falling on Fourth Uncle, "Fourth Uncle, bring the sickle."
Fourth Uncle was already petrified, and upon hearing this, he quickly fetched the sickle and handed it to Song Yun, saying, "Nephew-in-law, don’t bear a grudge against me. After all, I’m Yu Yao’s Fourth Uncle, and everything I did was for Yu Yao’s sake. Had I known you were so formidable, I wouldn’t have introduced a boyfriend to Yu Yao."
Song Yun coldly said, "Get lost."
If it weren’t for Mo Yuyao’s feelings, Song Yun would have dealt with a person as ungrateful as Fourth Uncle long ago.
Fourth Uncle chuckled awkwardly and scuttled back to the courtyard gate.
Song Yun, holding the sickle, said to Duanmu Ci, "Put your hands out."
Duanmu Ci stood there frozen, not moving, glancing at Zeng Lingqiu for help.
Song Yun commanded sternly again, "Put out your hands."
Duanmu Ci shivered, reflexively lifting his hands, then quickly hiding them behind his back, with a tearful face pleaded, "Song Yun, the... the helicopter is the state’s, not yours, how can that count as my loss? Why don’t we call it off?"
"Call it off?"
Song Yun sneered, saying to Duanmu Ci, "Earlier, didn’t you want to take away my girlfriend? Weren’t you very arrogant? Didn’t you say there’s nothing you can’t do in Yong’an District? What’s the matter, chickened out now?"
"I... I..."
Duanmu Ci, shrinking his neck, was rendered speechless by Song Yun’s imposing aura.
Song Yun snorted coldly, extending his hand, "Give me your Ferrari keys."
Duanmu Ci hurriedly retrieved the keys, handing them to Song Yun, trembling as he said, "That Ferrari, I just bought it, I’m giving it to you, please take it as my respect."
"I fly helicopters, why would I need your car?"
Song Yun disdainfully glanced at Duanmu Ci, then handed the keys and sickle to Zeng Lingqiu, "The Ferrari is yours, drive Duanmu Ci away."
Zeng Lingqiu received the sickle and keys, naturally understanding Song Yun’s intent: handing over the sickle meant he was to cut off Duanmu Ci’s hands.
After all, many neighbors had gathered, and Song Yun didn’t want to frighten them.
"Yes, sir!"
Zeng Lingqiu saluted, then headed towards the Ferrari and got in.
Duanmu Ci dared not linger and hurriedly followed Zeng Lingqiu into the car.
Vroom, vroom, vroom...
The Ferrari started and drove out.
Duanmu Ci’s companions were also petrified by Song Yun, out of all the luck, they had provoked a general.
Though they doubted whether one so young as Song Yun could truly be a general.
"Quick, let’s go, we’ve hit a hard snag today."
"Duanmu Ci is doomed."
"Should’ve known better than to come today."
Duanmu Ci’s companions quickly got in their cars, following the Ferrari out in a flash.
Such a line-up of luxury cars, not just here, but even in Yong’an District, would cause quite a stir.
However, at this moment, the neighbors were all heading towards the direction of the helicopter landing, paying no attention to the cars.
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