"Senior Brother Song, what happened here?" Xiao Qing walked over and saw the blood-soaked car interior, covering her mouth in shock.
"Go back first. The situation here is probably not as simple as it looks." Song Yun thoughtfully placed Xiao Qing behind him and spoke.
"But what about you, Senior Brother? Is it very dangerous for you to stay here? Should we call the police?" To someone like Xiao Qing, who had just entered society, seeking help from the police seemed like an infallible solution, but the scene before her was clearly a premeditated murder, bound to have repercussions. Even if the police came, the victim would already be long gone.
"Don't worry, confronting danger is a man's duty," declared Song Yun with a cool composure. "Go back now. I'll definitely come to find you once I've dealt with this."
After sending Xiao Qing away, Song Yun entered the car and first carried the woman from the back seat, to avoid a possible explosion.
"Kid, I advise you to hand over the woman on the ground to us, or you won't leave this place today."
Just as Song Yun was checking the woman's injuries, a voice emanated from behind him.
Song Yun turned and saw more than ten people, each with a fierce and professional look.
Moreover, these people, grouped together, even faintly exuded a murderous aura. Though it wasn't exceptionally strong, it was obvious they were killers by the way they radiated menace.
These folks were definitely the kind of ruthless mercenaries from abroad. Yet in countries around the world, especially Huaxia, both overt and covert security measures are extremely tight, making it difficult for foreign organizations and powers to infiltrate. Any sign of intrusion was usually swiftly suppressed by Huaxia.
Nevertheless, these people had come, taking a huge risk with an entire squad, surely because someone had placed a bounty higher than the value of their own lives.
For a moment, Song Yun became interested in the identity of the unidentified woman lying unconscious on the ground.
"Heh, seems like you're not planning on leaving here alive," the leader of the group sneered menacingly.
Song Yun aimed his weapon at the men; he wasn't the slightest bit alarmed. Instead, there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.
"Kill him." With a wave of the leader's hand, his men raised their machine guns and started firing at Song Yun. In a swift move, Song Yun did a roll, cradling the woman in his arms like a princess, and then, his figure moved ghost-like at high speed, dodging towards an abandoned office building in front.
"Holy shit, you useless lot can't even kill a single man." Bloodlust flashed in the leader's eyes. He coldly shot the mercenary closest to him dead, then shouted at the others, "The longer we stay here, the less likely we'll live to leave this place. Everyone move out. Make it quick and decisive."
Clearly accustomed to the man's brutal ways, none of the mercenaries expressed sympathy for their fallen comrade, lying in a pool of blood. Energized, they pursued Song Yun.
Song Yun sprinted to the rooftop, hiding the woman in a recess, then turned to face his pursuers.
Seeing Song Yun turning to confront them, the mercenaries' faces brightened with glee, but soon they realized they had underestimated him. This damn guy wasn't ordinary at all; he was more like a superman. Could an ordinary man dodge and counterattack simultaneously?
Song Yun continuously changed directions, his speed varying unpredictably. The enemies' gunfire intensified, but his movements became even more fluid. At the same time, his right hand kept lashing out, each movement creating a whooshing death knell in the air. Next moment, another mercenary would fall, hit squarely between the eyes by a stone, dead on the spot.
Blood flowed freely. The few remaining men looked at each other, at a loss for words, gazing at their comrades whose heads had just been crushed by a stone, unsure whether to feel anger or panic.
"Holy crap, almost everyone is dead." The leader initially took his time climbing the stairs, but when the gunfire ceased, a sinister smile curled at his lip, thinking that there was only half an hour until they had to retreat. Once he found that woman, there would be enough time for him to enjoy himself. But the closer he got to the rooftop, the stronger the scent of blood became, puzzling him. Even if that kid had been riddled with bullets, it wouldn't smell this bad, so he quickened his pace.
"Boss... our brothers have... have been killed by this kid with stones," stammered a terrified mercenary.
"Trash, all fucking trash," the leader swore, snapping the subordinate's neck with one twist of his massive hand, his gaze ferociously turning to Song Yun as he whispered, "You killed my men. I will crush your skull to pieces to calm their spirits."
Song Yun had seen shameless people before, but none quite like this man, who behaved as if he hadn't personally killed one of his own men just moments earlier.
The man stripped off his shirt, revealing a torso covered in muscles, along with a myriad of scars from blades and bullets—it was evident he often engaged in close combat.
In two strides, he reached Song Yun, launching a punch fast and formidable towards Song Yun's head, ripping through the air with a sharp whoosh. It seemed that with this punch, Song Yun would be defeated.
"Go to hell!" The man's face twisted hideously, filled with murderous intent. His mercenaries were nearly annihilated, and even if he made it back abroad, he would be significantly weakened, easy prey for other organizations. Contemplating this, he increased his speed.
But just then, a blur flashed. With a snap, the vicious punch halted directly before Song Yun.
A hand firmly grasped the man's fist. Although the hand was much smaller than the fist, it held it immovably, controlling him completely.
"Those who seek my life, I personally escort to heaven," said Song Yun, his eyes flashing coldly.
"You're fucking asking for death," the man roared in rage, trying to pull his fist back, but it wouldn't budge, as if frozen in place.
At that moment, everyone present had the same thought: despite his thin frame, this kid's strength was unbelievably immense.
Suddenly, the remaining mercenaries witnessed a shocking scene. Song Yun's right hand swiftly grasped their boss's shoulder, grabbing his left arm and yanking it back hard. With a gruesome rip, the boss's entire right arm was torn off.
Blood spurted wildly, and stark white bone protruded from the man's shoulder, creating a horrific scene.