"Don't worry, Ah Wei, I'm fine," Song Qiao offered him a reassuring smile.
"Boss, that bastard Duan Kun has completely turned against us. What are you going to do?" Ah Wei asked weakly.
"Don't you worry about this. Just focus on recovering from your injuries," Song Qiao said calmly, patting his shoulder, not wanting Ah Wei to worry any further.
"Yes, Ah Wei, what do you want to eat? Sister-in-law will make it for you," Xia Yuqing added with concern. She had long since cast aside her initial prejudices against him, knowing he had risked his life for her husband.
Ah Wei's nose twitched, and he almost choked up. "Boss, I'm now in a fight to the death with Duan Kun. My life is yours from now on. If you say the word, I'll go through fire and water without hesitation."
Song Qiao continued to pat his shoulder, remaining silent for a while. Once Ah Wei's emotions had stabilized, he bid farewell to Xia Yuqing and headed towards Qi Yun's territory.
...
"What? That dog Duan Kun dared to cause trouble for you again?" Qi Yun slammed the table, erupting in anger upon learning the reason for Song Qiao's visit. "Brother Song, don't worry, I, Qi Yun, will surely get this vengeance for you."
Song Qiao nodded, not saying much more. He took three thousand yuan in cash from his bag and handed it to Qi Yun. "Brother Yun, take this money to manage your subordinates. Consider it their hard work reward."
Qi Yun's expression immediately turned stern, feigning anger. "Brother Song, you're looking down on me, Qi Yun. I consider you a brother, not for your money. Take the money back quickly. Your business is my business. Since Duan Kun has provoked you, I will naturally deal with him for you."
Song Qiao felt a warmth spread through him. Qi Yun was indeed a man of great righteousness, truly a martial world hero, unlike Duan Kun. After a moment's thought, he reluctantly said to Qi Yun, "Then I'll listen to you, Brother Yun." With that, he put away the three thousand yuan.
"Brother Song, how do you plan to deal with Duan Kun? Tell me your plan, and I'll help you brainstorm." Seeing that Song Qiao had put away the money, Qi Yun turned from anger to joy.
Song Qiao thought for a moment and then calmly explained his plan to Qi Yun. Initially, he had intended to teach Duan Kun a harsh lesson. However, since Qi Yun refused to accept his gratuity and didn't want him to suffer any losses, he changed his plan.
Upon hearing it, Qi Yun's eyes lit up, and he impressed, gave Song Qiao a thumbs-up. "Brother Song, you truly are a shrewd businessman. Duan Kun is likely in for trouble this time." His tone already held a hint of schadenfreude.
Three days later, Song Qiao contacted Duan Kun via electric sea, agreeing to pay him thirty thousand yuan to settle the matter. They arranged to meet at a small private motel for the transaction. Before leaving, Song Qiao called Qi Yun to inform him that Duan Kun had fallen for the trap and then headed to the motel with the money.
Duan Kun, no longer possessing his former glory, looked haggard, his eyes bloodshot. "Hmph, I didn't expect you to actually dare to come," he sneered, his eyes filled with malice upon seeing Song Qiao. "And you're all alone. Aren't you afraid I'll seize the opportunity to take your life?"
"I didn't expect you to be so down and out, Brother Kun," Song Qiao said, narrowing his eyes and completely ignoring Duan Kun's venomous words, choosing instead to mock him.
"Enough nonsense, did you bring the money?" Duan Kun, angered speechless by Song Qiao, couldn't be bothered to chat further. Song Qiao dangled the bag in his hand and handed it to Duan Kun, saying with a half-smile, "Everything you want is in here. I didn't expect Brother Kun to go to such lengths for thirty thousand yuan. If you're really short on cash and can't afford to eat, you can always bring a bowl to my shop. My stinky tofu is always plentiful."
"You..." Duan Kun was furious, his face flushed with anger. "You ungrateful wretch! Ah Wei was sent by me to help you, and you turned traitor, saving my competitor."
"And yet, you had Ah Wei, who followed you for years, stabbed?" Song Qiao suddenly raised his voice, his gaze like a knife sweeping over Duan Kun. "Furthermore, you once kidnapped my daughter. Did you think I would let you off so easily?"
"He brought it upon himself!" Duan Kun finally dropped all pretense, smashing the cup on the floor. The next moment, more than a dozen thugs armed with weapons rushed into the room. "Beat him soundly! Consider it collecting some interest from him today," Duan Kun ordered, waving his hand.
"Let's see who dares to lay a hand on him," Qi Yun suddenly burst in from outside, glaring at Duan Kun with an unfriendly expression.
"Qi Yun, you truly have nine lives," Duan Kun roared in surprise, a sense of foreboding rising within him. "So you were plotting against me today." Guessing that the outside was already surrounded by Qi Yun's men, Duan Kun knew it was unlikely he could teach Song Qiao a lesson today. He immediately grabbed the money and prepared to leave.
In a flash, Song Qiao lunged forward, tightly gripping Duan Kun's wrist. He then grabbed a beer bottle from the table and smashed it onto his own head with a bang. The bottle shattered, and blood immediately began to flow from Song Qiao's head.
"You, what are you doing?" Duan Kun was stunned, not understanding Song Qiao's actions.
"Of course, I'm sending you to jail," Song Qiao sneered. "I told you long ago, anyone who dares to mess with me, I will make their life worse than death." He then turned and suddenly shouted, "Help! Help! Someone's robbing me!"
Qi Yun immediately joined in with a believable shout. At this moment, he was extremely impressed by Song Qiao's ruthlessness. It was one thing to be ruthless towards enemies, but to be so unforgiving to himself was another.
Seeing the situation turn dire, Duan Kun tried desperately to break free, but Song Qiao's strength was surprisingly immense. No matter how much he struggled, it was futile. Just then, the piercing sound of a police siren was heard, and several officers rushed into the room. Before the police entered, Duan Kun's thugs all dropped their weapons and fled. They were not Duan Kun's loyal followers but merely sought a living, and they weren't about to get arrested for his troubles.
Now, only Duan Kun remained standing stupidly in place. He was still holding the bag Song Qiao had given him. Caught red-handed!