"Song Yun, your progress is really monstrous."

Narrowing his eyes, Song Kunlun said, "Every time I see him, he’s made advancements. If he keeps progressing like this, he’ll never be challenged by anyone like Kunpeng."

"So, you should quickly have Mr. Kunpeng take care of Song Yun."

White Dragon King said, "Any threat should be eliminated at its inception."

"You really didn’t need to say it."

Song Kunlun put on his clothes and said, "You focus on your research, I know what I should do."

"Understood, Prince, I spoke out of turn." White Dragon King bowed respectfully.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

It’s said Song Yun, who has the strength ranked in the top three of the War God List, was hurrying to a bar in Beijing, feeling quite conflicted.

Accompanying Song Yun was Chen Mengjie.

The premiere ceremony hadn’t finished yet; it was nearing the end, but typically Song Yun and Chen Mengjie should have stayed because there would be a celebration banquet later. But Song Yun had to leave.

Why?

Several young fans from the Song Family had gotten into trouble, fighting in a bar, and were currently held by the other side, who threatened to call as many reinforcements as they could.

Those young ones had previously drunk with Song Yun, and their parents were among the 108 decision-makers, making them loyal supporters of Song Yun within the Song Family, so Song Yun gladly let them be close.

Song Yun was shocked, because these young troublemakers even caused a scene at the bar. Besides, they were joined by Xiao Hui and Big Head, who came to Yanjing to visit Song Yun. Although both were only college students, their vision was far superior to those kids; encountering troublemakers, shouldn’t they have stepped in to stop it?

As it turned out, the instigator was Xiao Hui...

With nothing else to say, Song Yun hurriedly rushed to the bar called Blue Moon.

And naturally, Chen Mengjie was going to follow Song Yun. In her view, the premiere was already mostly done; her presence was nice but unnecessary, staying with her man was what truly mattered.

Song Yun and Chen Mengjie left in Feng Gang’s car because calling for a cab would take time, and meanwhile, his young followers might get bullied.

Feng Gang’s car was a Jeep, priced around 800,000. Although it was a mid-to-high-end car, in a place where Mercedes and BMWs were just mid-range, it was quite ordinary. Especially when entering the Sapphire’s parking lot, where Song Yun’s car didn’t qualify for the luxury spaces, and there weren’t any spots available.

Not caring much, Song Yun parked in the luxury car space, as it seemed there were no security guards around, and he hurriedly headed to Blue Moon Bar with Chen Mengjie.

Blue Moon Bar was a somewhat upscale bar in Beijing; although not top-tier, its popularity and clientele calibre made it stand out among similar establishments.

Big Head and his group, around ten people, were confined in a large booth; as Song Yun approached, he saw the young Song Family members squatting on the ground while beside them, Xiao Hui and Big Head sat weakly, faces slightly bruised, looking disheartened.

"What’s going on?"

Song Yun asked.

"Big Brother,"

Song Xiaoyue, spotting Song Yun, rushed over like finding a lifeline. "We...we couldn’t defeat them, we’ve embarrassed you."

"What happened, why did you fight, who hit you?" Song Yun asked.

"I hit them,"

A proud voice echoed, "Are you their leader?"

Only now did Song Yun consider looking at the people in the booth, as to him they were mere amateurs whom one simple skill could obliterate in clusters; thus, he hadn’t bothered with them initially.

"What’s going on, you hit my people," Song Yun narrowed his eyes, "and my friend."

"They disrupted me." A long-haired man leaned slightly forward, addressing Song Yun, "I was drinking with some girls, and they dared interrupt, treating me, De Nan, like an idiot here."

"De Nan." Song Yun thought of his favorite animation ’Slam Dunk,’ which apparently featured a character named De Nan.

"Damn it, spiking drinks, what kind of man is that?"

Sitting on the ground, Xiao Hui shouted, "I despise anyone who can’t win over girls through genuine means but resorts to such pathetic tactics."

"Damn it, say it again."

A person next to Xiao Hui raised a foot to kick him, but before it landed, a huge palm appeared in front of him.

Bam.

The palm hit him square in the face, sending him flying like a broken kite into the wall, collapsing like mud on the floor.

"A practitioner."

De Nan suddenly stood, saying, "Don’t think just because you know some moves that you’re Kunpeng or Azure Dragon."

"I wouldn’t dare." Song Yun replied sternly, "But since you’ve bullied my people and friends, this matter can’t end like this."

"Can’t end, what do you intend?"

De Nan grabbed a nearby bottle, smashed it on the marble table, shouting, "Think our fists aren’t hard enough?"

One minute later.

"Boss, our fists really aren’t hard enough,"

De Nan collapsed on the ground like a dog, shivering, saying, "Boss, Master, please spare us, we won’t dare again."

At this point, Song Yun was seated on the sofa, one foot on De Nan’s hand, saying, "I didn’t expect your fists really weren’t hard; before I even exert my strength, you’ve gone down."

"Damn it, you shattered a marble table with a punch, how can any fist be harder than stone?"

De Nan internally cursed while begging, "Master, we were wrong, on this day, please treat me as a fart and let me go."

"Weren’t you mighty just now?" Song Yun said, "Keep fighting."

"We can’t fight, my...my hand is broken..." De Nan looked at his limp hand, saying, "Master, I really don’t dare anymore."

Song Yun was about to continue punishing this person who dared to lay hands on his followers and classmates when suddenly a voice interrupted.

"Song Yun, spare them."