Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1991: Chapter 1817: Snooker

Seeing Luck about to hit on that pure and pretty Huaxia girl, Ben Shaming shouted, "Luck, go for it. If you get her, we’ll all have fun together later."

Upon hearing this, Berant’s eyes lit up and he lewdly laughed, "Heh heh, three men and one woman, that’s interesting indeed."

"Three women and one man, ha ha, dream on. After I’ve had my fill with this woman, I’ll throw her to you guys."

Luck sneered, stepping towards the dance floor with an arrogant attitude.

Watching his back, Ben Shaming frowned and said to Berant beside him, "We always share women, but he dared to say he’ll throw her to us after he’s done. How disrespectful. Who exactly is this Luck Desla guy?"

Berant shrugged, "I don’t know who he is either. He just arrived in France recently, and my father asked me to host him. I’ve hung out with him for three days, and he’s quiet, doesn’t like drinking, doesn’t eat, and is cold and aloof. A very strange person."

Ben Shaming said, "Your father asked you to host him, so his background must be something special."

Berant said, "Of course. My father told me to fulfill any of his requests, no matter what, and never to offend him."

"In that case, it seems we can only have the leftovers of that Huaxia beauty."

"What’s the big deal? Clean it up, it’s all the same anyway."

The two French playboys exchanged knowing smiles.

Song Yun and Chen Mengjie were dancing happily on the dance floor.

Suddenly, a prickling sensation down his spine made Song Yun alert.

Someone was watching.

And with an unintended hint of murderous intent, indicating a regular killer.

However, it seemed the target wasn’t him.

Song Yun was puzzled, pretending to dance while discreetly turning his head. He saw a man with sunken cheeks and pale skin appear on the dance floor.

Luck was gently twisting his body, assuming a dancing stance, slowly moving closer to Song Yun’s side.

His gaze was fixed on Chen Mengjie, filled with undisguised greed and lust.

Song Yun realized then that Luck’s target wasn’t him but Chen Mengjie.

Luck’s murderous intent had unintentionally slipped out.

As Luck approached, Song Yun smelled a faint scent of blood.

This scent was identical to that of the Blood Clan.

Blood Clan!

Song Yun raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with a murderous light.

This foreigner turned out to be a member of the Blood Clan.

"It seems he belongs to the Desla Family. I didn’t expect to encounter one here."

Song Yun smirked inwardly, quickly pondering.

In that case, he could use this person to find the Desla Family’s base in France.

Just then, Luck had reached Song Yun’s side, standing behind him, lazily dancing.

"Hmph, kid, I’ll deal with you first."

Luck’s eyes flashed coldly; while appearing to dance, his right fist stealthily struck towards Song Yun’s back.

In the dim dance floor, no one would notice Luck’s punch.

He also didn’t think Song Yun could dodge his punch.

However, as Luck’s punch came down, Song Yun twisted his waist just right, avoiding the strike.

What!

Luck retracted his fist, a surprised expression crossing his face.

He carefully observed Song Yun, noticing no sign of understanding, just a face full of enjoyment immersed in dance, unaware of the mischief behind him.

"This kid, truly lucky, happened to dodge my punch."

Luck frowned, attributing Song Yun’s evasion to mere luck.

But based on Luck’s earlier punch, Song Yun had already gauged Luck’s strength.

A high-level Viscount, equivalent to an S-rank later stage.

With such strength, crushing ordinary people was easy.

But in Song Yun’s eyes, it was quite average.

Luck threw another sneaky punch towards Song Yun’s back.

This time, his target was dead center on Song Yun’s back; no matter how Song Yun twisted, he couldn’t avoid it.

In Luck’s view, the Huaxia boy in front would have his spine broken in the next second.

But in an instant, Song Yun spun his body to the left, facing Luck sideways.

Luck’s fist brushed past Song Yun’s chest, the wind from the punch causing his clothes to ripple, a testament to its power.

"Oh, handsome, are you dancing the boxing dance?"

Song Yun raised an eyebrow at Luck, smiling.

Missing yet another punch, Song Yun’s words made Luck feel embarrassed.

To Luck, the smile on Song Yun’s face was a mockery.

Especially now with Chen Mengjie watching nearby, making Luck very displeased.

If they were in America, Luck would surely drag Song Yun out and dispose of him, then forcibly take Chen Mengjie away.

But this was Europe; the Desla Family was still negotiating with other forces, and before the situation stabilized, Luck couldn’t act recklessly.

Otherwise, other forces would seize the opportunity to cause trouble, possibly jeopardizing the grand scheme.

Even to kill an ordinary person, the Desla Family now had to do it quietly.

Of course, if it was an accidental killing.

Heh heh, that would be another matter.

Luck’s face briefly showed a cold smile as he said to Song Yun, "Yes, it’s a boxing dance."

As soon as he finished speaking, he bounced twice and suddenly swung his left fist towards Song Yun.

"Wow, impressive."

A subtle smile crept up Song Yun’s lips, but no one saw this smile.

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