Chapter 2217 - 1926: Mr. Song? (2)

Chapter 2217: Chapter 1926: Mr. Song? (2)

President Ma crawled up from the ground, blood flowing from his mouth. He moved his jaw and spat out a molar, instantly feeling completely out of sorts.

Song Yun remained seated, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a smile, "I told you I have a bad temper, why didn’t you believe me?"

President Ma’s face was filled with anger as he feigned an attempt to hit Song Yun, but remembering the force of Song Yun’s slap earlier, he stopped and threatened, "Kid, you just wait, you’re gonna pay for this."

Saying this, President Ma took out his phone, made a call, and after a quick conversation, pointed at Song Yun with a cold smile, "Kid, you’re screwed. My cousin is the head of security at this mall, just wait and see how I deal with you."

Yang Lujing hid behind President Ma with a vicious look on her face, "Young people like this who don’t know what’s good for them need to be properly taught a lesson."

Hearing that the security department was coming, Zhang Xiaoman panicked, tugged at Song Yun, and said, "You should leave quickly. The security here is ruthless. Just a few days ago, I saw them beat an old beggar at the gate until he was covered in bruises."

Upon hearing this, Song Yun’s expression darkened.

In that case, he definitely couldn’t leave.

The efficiency of the mall’s security had never been this high before; within a minute, eight people arrived, all in black suits with white shirts, wearing earpieces, looking very professional.

The leader was a man around forty, tall and strong, with a crew cut, his face full of a fierce air.

President Ma seemed to see a savior and shouted at the man entering the door, "Cousin, it’s this kid, causing trouble here and even hit me."

The head of security nodded slightly, with a look on his face that said he knew what to do.

He led his team over to Song Yun and said, "Sir, I am the head of security at this mall, Zhou Jie. In light of the fact that you injured someone, we’d like to invite you to come to the security office for a moment, please come with us."

With so many people present, Zhou Jie did not act directly but wanted to take Song Yun to the security office to handle the matter.

Song Yun didn’t move but asked, "I heard that a few days ago, an old man was begging at the entrance, and you guys beat him up, is that true?"

Everyone paused, not knowing why Song Yun suddenly asked about this.

"That old guy was pretending to beg while actually stealing. Of course, we couldn’t stand idly by. That old fellow, I’ll have to hit him next time I see him too."

Zhou Jie, experienced in handling things, calmly made up a lie, then said to Song Yun, "However, this matter seems to have nothing to do with you, right? Young man, please come with us, otherwise, we’ll have to resort to force."

Song Yun stood up, staring coldly at Zhou Jie.

President Ma, seeing him stand up, thought he was going to follow Zhou Jie to the security office and said triumphantly, "Kid, why aren’t you cocky anymore? If you dare, fight my cousin."

Song Yun walked towards Zhou Jie, saying in a cold tone, "You’re such a goddamn beast, hitting even the elderly!"

Zhou Jie’s face changed as he was cursed by Song Yun, shouting, "So what if I hit him, is he your dad? None of your damn business. Hmph, you dare to curse me, you’re looking for death!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Jie waved his hand, signaling to the seven subordinates behind him to surround Song Yun together.

"This young man really doesn’t know what’s good for him."

"Sigh, but these security guys are no good either. That day I saw them beat the old man, he didn’t actually steal or beg, he just picked up a few water bottles, and yet he was beaten so badly."

"This young one is going to be in trouble."

The crowd sighed but could do nothing about Zhou Jie and his group, no one dared to step up.

"This kid has a weapon, seize him first."

Zhou Jie shouted, slapping a "weapon-carrying" label on Song Yun, then all eight of them swung their fists towards Song Yun.

"Ah!"

"Ouch!"

Before their fists were fully extended, screams echoed as they all fell backward to the ground, their faces bloodied, and their noses collapsed, each face faintly bearing a footprint.

In an instant, everyone was dumbfounded.

What happened, how did they all get knocked down?

The crowd’s gazes swiveled towards Song Yun; since he was surrounded just now, it could only mean that Song Yun did it all.

This young man’s fighting capability was unbelievably strong.

Even the special forces portrayed on TV might not be this formidable.

Zhou Jie squinted from the pain; just now he only saw a shadow flash before his eyes before he got knocked down.

He knew he had encountered someone skilled today, stood up with a sudden motion, and turned to run.

Bang.

A chair suddenly smashed into Zhou Jie’s back, knocking him down to the ground.

"If you run again, the chair will hit your head."

Song Yun coldly warned, fearing Zhou Jie to the point where he didn’t dare to move on the ground.

Seeing this, President Ma’s face turned pale.

He wanted to sneak away, but seeing his cousin Zhou Jie’s miserable state, he didn’t dare to move towards the door.

Song Yun sat back in the same chair, his face showing an innocent smile, and said to the stunned Zhang Xiaoman, "Don’t worry, it’s fine."

You beat people up like that, and it’s fine?

Zhang Xiaoman swallowed, not knowing how to communicate with Song Yun.

Song Yun glanced at his watch, a playful smile on his lips, mumbled, "Ten minutes are almost up, why hasn’t Wang Qiang arrived yet, does he not want his Feng Chaohuang to operate anymore?"

Just as the words fell, a man in a suit urgently walked into the store, it was Wang Qiang.

Seeing several security guards lying on the ground, Wang Qiang realized things might be more complicated than he thought, his heart immediately tightened, cold sweat breaking out on his back.

These guys really don’t know their limits, daring to provoke Song Yun.

Although Wang Qiang was not a high-ranking figure, he knew something about Song Yun’s deeds, this was a person who wouldn’t blink an eye while killing.

The key is, no one can deal with him.

And even if he doesn’t kill, squashing Feng Chaohuang would be as easy as squashing a mosquito.

"Wang... Mr. Wang!"

The sales assistants in the store were surprised to see Wang Qiang arrive.

Wang Qiang was the boss of Feng Chaohuang, and he had never been to this store before, as it was always managed by the staff below. His presence suddenly made the sales assistants feel somewhat honored.

But why he came now, suddenly appearing at this moment, was it really because of this young troublemaker?

While the store employees were puzzled, Wang Qiang slightly bent over, walked over to Song Yun respectfully, and said, "Mr. Song, I’m sorry, I’m late."

What, Mr. Song!?

Immediately, the store employees were all stunned.

The esteemed boss of Feng Chaohuang actually called this ordinary-dressed guy Mr. Song?

What is the background of this young man?

Song Yun laughed upon Wang Qiang’s appearance and said, "Wow, your speed is quite fast, were you just in Yanjing?"

Wang Qiang, fearing and trembling, said, "Mr. Song, I plan to open a flagship store for Feng Chaohuang in Yanjing, I came here specifically this time to negotiate with the mall about expanding the store. As soon as I heard you needed something, I quickly came down from upstairs."

Song Yun nodded and said, "Yanjing is a fine place, a flagship store is very suitable."

Seeing Song Yun not addressing the immediate issue, Wang Qiang was anxious, actively asking, "Mr. Song, what exactly happened today? Which blind fool dared to provoke you?"

Seeing Wang Qiang’s cautious manner, everyone realized the young man in front of them probably wasn’t an ordinary rich second generation.

If he were just a rich heir, Wang Qiang wouldn’t be so scared.

Yang Lujing, scared white-faced, had a thought and quickly admitted her fault, "Mr. Wang, it’s all my fault. This President Ma insisted on a piece of jade that Mr. Song liked. I thought Mr. Song wouldn’t want those cheap items, so I gave the jade to President Ma. It’s all my fault. I’ll give up my base salary and commission this month as punishment."

Relying on selling jade and herself at Feng Chaohuang, Yang Lujing earned tens of thousands a month, she wasn’t willing to lose this job.