The most vocal one, Song Wenzhi, seeing Chen Lu, dared not come out. Even when he noticed me looking at him, he retracted his head even lower, as if afraid my Yin soldiers would crawl into the car and pierce him.
“Oh, oh, Boss Song, long time no see!” Chen Jianguo greeted warmly.
Song Shanhe didn’t even bother to look at Chen Jianguo directly. He just nodded, then continued to say to me, “What we were just talking about was the matter of Laoguling. Since the Song family members are out now, let’s put Laoguling aside. Director Wu, shouldn’t we first address the humiliation of my son?”
“Your son brought it entirely upon himself,” I said sternly. To be honest, facing so many ‘Uzis’, I had lost my previous confidence. I had anticipated they would have weapons, but I hadn't expected them to be so well-equipped.
Song Shanhe turned and gestured for Song Wenzhi to get out of the car. However, that little brat Song Wenzhi, lacking his father’s courage, continued to cower, refusing to come out.
Perhaps Song Shanhe knew his son’s nature well. To avoid embarrassment, he didn’t force the issue. Instead, he pointed at the fox demon beside me and asked, “Director Wu, is this person your sister?”
“Yes, Wu Kunkun,” I replied, indicating a close sibling relationship.
Song Shanhe’s finger, initially one, became two. “Wenzhi has told me. Twice. You insulted him twice in total. I, Song, have some standing in the martial world and am a man who values his reputation. If you do not provide an explanation for this matter, how will I be able to carry on in the Northeast region? Isn’t that right, Mr. Chen?”
Chen Jianguo immediately chimed in, “Yes, yes, yes, Boss Song is absolutely right. But this matter originated entirely from my daughter, and has nothing to do with the Wu siblings.”
“Nothing to do with it?” Song Shanhe sneered. “I’m afraid that’s not the case! Wenzhi told me that this Director Wu is your prospective son-in-law.”
“This–” Chen Jianguo stammered, looking at Song Shanhe, then at me. Perhaps afraid of offending either party, he dared not speak further.
Alas, if he had known this would happen, why did he even show up?
Purely adding to the trouble!
“Mr. Chen, don’t forget, our two families had a marriage contract. Now that you have a new son-in-law, can I interpret this as your unilateral breach of contract?” Song Shanhe’s two fingers turned into three. “You insulted Wenzhi twice, plus you ruined my Song family’s engagement, bringing shame upon my Song family! These three debts, Mr. Chen, Director Wu, how should they be settled?”
It seemed to be true!
Originally, I was in the wrong. Chen Lu, in her cleverness, didn’t want to marry Song Wenzhi, so she led me into this trap. And I, thinking I had a lot of demons under me and was on good terms with Shakespeare, believed I could do as I pleased in the Northeast, intending to use force to suppress the weak and bully Song Wenzhi. But I never expected to run into such a tough opponent. To be honest, if I had known the Mohe were so formidable, I would have definitely thought twice before taking action.
But now, it was too late for regrets.
Therefore, I also began to stammer.
Seeing that he had gained the moral high ground, Song Shanhe, full of pride, lit a cigar.
But as soon as he took a puff, the cigar vanished.
My eyesight was slow, and I didn’t see what happened. I only saw the purple energy experts on the other side looking towards the ceiling, and two of them raised their Uzis, aiming upwards.
I followed the direction of their gun barrels and saw, through a ventilation skylight on the workshop roof, a large snake hanging. The cigar was held within the coil of its tail, still smoking.
“Shoot it down!” Song Shanhe commanded sternly.
“Heh, try shooting it?” a voice came from in front of me. I looked and saw Yao Yao, having appeared before Song Shanhe while the enemy was distracted. In her hand was a half-broken mop handle picked up from the ground. The head of the handle was split, quite sharp, and the sharp edge was pressed against Song Shanhe’s chest.
The purple energy experts under the Mohe immediately surrounded Yao Yao, demanding she release their “Patriarch.”
“Release you, my ass!” Yao Yao retorted. “Do you think I’m an idiot? If I let him go, won’t I become a honeycomb?”