Song Yun finally put down the newspaper, stood up and walked over, saying slowly: "I originally thought I saved just a beggar, and wanted to test medicine on him. It seems that this beggar's identity is not ordinary."
Song Yun squatted down in front of Brother Long, looking at his ever-changing expression. "I'm curious about the identity of this beggar. To have so many of you helping him, he must be an important figure, right? Then how did he become like this?"
Brother Long frowned and said, "Mind your own business. I just want to ask you one question: do you care about this person?"
Song Yun chuckled. "So what if I do? So what if I don't? Tell me, I'll compare these two paths and see which one is better."
"If you want to, just tell it out honestly. Today, I'll give Boss Bai a favor and pretend nothing happened. If you don't want to, don't blame us for being rough." After saying this, Brother Long found that his body was not in so much pain, so he supported himself with one hand and tried to get up.
Song Yun stood up and kicked Brother Long on the arm. There was a crisp "crack" sound, and Brother Long's arm was twisted in a strange posture, followed by Brother Long's howl of pain that resounded through the sky.
"Ah—ah—ah—bitch, I'm going to kill you. What are you still standing there for? Come in, all of you, come at me. Whoever captures this bitch alive will be rewarded with thirty thousand dollars."
As the saying goes, money makes the world go round, and big rewards will always bring out brave men.
There's more than one.
Those thugs who had only dared to stand still rushed towards Song Yun with steel pipes in their hands for the huge sum of 30,000 yuan.
Firstly, Song Yun was a woman, and looked easier to bully. If they could capture Song Yun, they would get money. Anyone with a reasonable mind would know what to do.
Song Yun, who had suddenly become a popular figure, was also very happy. She finally had the opportunity to vent the anger that had been pent up in her heart for a day.
These money-hungry lackeys actually worked as thugs for the Japanese and harmed their compatriots. Naturally, she would not show mercy.
He Changzheng was afraid that Song Yun would suffer a loss because of the large crowd, so he hurried over to help. When the two of them started fighting seriously, it was impossible for anyone to get close to them.
Fifty minions were not enough to play with, and they all lay down in a short while. The smart ones knew that it was not easy to make money, so they had already retreated outside, but they did not dare to leave. Brother Long was still here, and if they dared to run away, their fate tomorrow would definitely be worse than today.
Song Yun clapped her hands and turned to look at Brother Long, whose face was already pale.
Brother Long shuddered and quickly knelt down. "Lady, please spare me. It's my fault for not recognizing a great man. I'm a jerk. I won't dare to do it again. Please, lady, for the sake of being Chinese, please let me go."
I have to say that Long Guo is a smart man. He just expressed his disgust for Mr. Yamamoto. There is only one kind of person in Hong Kong who dislikes Mr. Yamamoto.
A patriot who loves China.
Obviously, the two people in front of him are such people. Since they are both Chinese, they should play the emotional card to some extent.
Haha - Song Yun is not stupid, how could he believe the nonsense of such a person? If he identified himself as a Chinese, he would never help the Japanese to harm his compatriots.
"It's not hard to stay alive. Answer my questions honestly. If you answer well, I'll be satisfied and in a better mood. Maybe I'll let you go."
Brother Long nodded vigorously, "I'll tell you everything."
Song Yun thought that being a lackey was not something that ordinary people could do. If one did not have the ability to bend and stretch, and did not take dignity and face as a reward, one would not be able to be a lackey.
"First question, what is the identity of the beggar we rescued today? Why did you mobilize so many people?"
Brother Long looked embarrassed. "I really don't know. We just follow orders. These beggars can't speak. They can't say anything when we ask them. Their hands are crippled, so they can't write."
Song Yun clenched her fists and grasped the key point. "They? Are there many beggars like them?"
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