"My hand," the man screamed in agony. Under the severe pain, he could no longer throw a left hook and hurriedly retreated, glancing at his now empty right arm before his eyes filled with fear when he looked at Song Yun again.
To deal with ruthless people, you need to be even more ruthless—so ruthless that they don't dare look you in the eye. That is truly reaching a certain level.
Song Yun was such a person. Respect me, and I will respect you more; but if you try to mess with me, don't blame me for uprooting all your power, leaving nothing behind.
"Who exactly are you?" the man asked Song Yun in terror. He had been in combat across South Africa for many years and had never encountered such a formidable opponent.
"I'm your daddy," Song Yun said with a cold smirk. "A foreign mercenary, huh? You're foolish to come here. Even if I hadn't intervened today, someone else would have wiped you all out."
"I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have taken this mission. I deserve to die. I'm not even human. Please spare my life. I'll do anything for you," the man sobbed uncontrollably, kneeling on the ground, ignoring the blood spurting from his right arm as he crawled toward Song Yun.
But as he was just a few steps away from Song Yun's legs, the man suddenly raised his remaining left hand, aiming a small revolver at Song Yun with a ferocious expression, looking entirely insane. "Bastard, die."
As soon as he spoke, with a bang, he pulled the trigger and the bullet was fired.
In an instant, Song Yun moved, appearing next to the man like a shadow shifting shapes.
"How... how is this possible?" the man's face was filled with despair. He hastily aimed at Song Yun again, pulling the trigger once, twice, three times—all shots missed until he emptied his gun, and Song Yun still stood there, calm and composed, but his gaze was filled with nothing but pity.
"I don't need your pity. Come on, kill me, and give me a quick death," the man screamed hysterically, throwing his handgun on the ground before getting up and yelling at Song Yun.
Song Yun frowned, grabbed the man's left arm, and spun around in a 360-degree turn like a dancer, snapping the man's left arm off with a cracking sound.
"You're a demon. You won't die a good death," the man staggered to the ground, cursing. Even if he survived today, he would be hunted down by his former tortured subordinates or enemies to the ends of the Earth. Saying that Song Yun would not die a good death was also like cursing himself.
Meanwhile, the other mercenaries were stunned in place; their strongest leader had just been rendered armless by a man who appeared to be in his twenties and seemed completely unharmed while mockingly observing the group.
They collectively took a few steps back, as if witnessing a demon from hell.
"Run!" someone yelled as some of them, having lost their will to fight, turned to flee.
But before they reached the staircase, Song Yun had already charged forward, wielding a butterfly knife. He moved gracefully like a sprite dancing among flowers, elegantly and cruelly leaving a significant, neither deep nor shallow wound on several men's necks.
Immediately, several men fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
Ironically, the last one alive was the leader, whose arms had been ripped off, lying supine in the dusty ground.
This man had lost everything a human should have, his gaze becoming hollow, murmuring for death.
Song Yun was not one to torture people, even contemptible enemies; he preferred to end it quickly for them.
"Bang!"
The man's head was left with a bloody hole, just as he had once used a sniper rifle to shoot through a driver's head, dying a vile death.
"Ah~"
A scream came from behind Song Yun. The woman in the office lady uniform who had previously fainted now woke up, crawling out from a niche and seeing the scene like a battlefield; she fainted again in despair.
As Song Yun was busying himself trying to carry the woman out of the office building to safety, the sound of sirens approached from not far away. Around twenty police cars arrived from various directions, completely surrounding the building.
One by one, armed police officers emerged from the cars, vigilantly securing the surroundings.
But when they saw Song Yun standing in front of the building with the woman in his arms, everyone was stunned. Wasn't there a reported shooting here with numerous criminals involved? That's why the Municipal Bureau had dispatched so many officers.
It seemed that might not be the case, though.
"We are from the Sunan Municipal Public Security Bureau. You are surrounded. Lay down your weapons and surrender; the government will treat you leniently," a police officer shouted through a megaphone at Song Yun.
Song Yun saw the officers and couldn't help but find it laughable. Clearly, he was a good citizen who had not only saved a woman's life but also dealt with all the mercenaries. The government should be giving him a good citizenship award for his impressive actions.
However, in front of so many onlookers, Song Yun didn't say much. He carefully placed the woman on the ground and then shouted to the police officers, "I'm not a criminal. I'm a local resident here. I just came to see what was happening when I heard gunshots and found this woman had fainted."
Who would be foolish enough to come and watch knowing there was a gunfight here? Thus, the police officers approached Song Yun with skepticism and without further questions, took him into custody.
"This woman is Miss Li from the Li Family," a senior police officer exclaimed when he saw the collapsed woman, aware that the Li Family was one of the most influential and wealthiest families in Sunan City. Mr. Li, although retired for many years, had vast connections, including some with important leaders in high government positions, securing high respect for Mr. Li throughout Sunan.
Moreover, Miss Li's corporation was a pillar in Sunan City's economic landscape, contributing substantial taxes every year, virtually commanding the city's economic throat.
In essence, the Li Family was the most affluent and powerful family in Sunan.
Now that Miss Li was lying unconscious on the ground, it made the police anxious. If nothing happened, they might just get scolded by higher-ups, but if something went wrong, their careers in Sunan would be over.