Return of the King, Dominating the City-Chapter 1337 - 1322: Formidable Woman

Song Yun looked in the direction of the sound.

At a corner, a woman in camouflage appeared.

This woman was very tall and was wearing flat shoes, Song Yun guessed she was about one meter seventy, with neat and tidy short hair tied up by a rubber band.

She was wearing a camouflage hat on her head and had an electronic gun slung on her back.

The camouflage uniform seemed a bit large, making it hard to discern her figure, but in Song Yun’s view, her figure should not be bad.

Looking at her face, she had a typical oval face, though not particularly gentle, it was full of heroism, especially around the eyebrows, where there was a piece of band-aid, making her look very cool.

Of course, Song Yun was not particularly interested in women dressed like this. He preferred pure feminine women, not these gender-ambiguous types. It’s just that, thinking Shen Yan still had to humor this woman, Song Yun felt that he didn’t need to stand on ceremony, especially since her father was Wen Changlin, a big shot; making a suitable acquaintance with such a person seemed harmless.

Wen Ting walked at the front, followed by a group of men and women in camouflage.

"Wen Ting."

Shen Yan gave Song Yun a gentle pull and greeted her with a smile.

"Hmm."

Wen Ting nodded, showing little expression. After humming back to Shen Yan, she turned to the people behind her and said, "You all should reflect on yourselves, how did today’s coordination go? Even though this is just battlefield coordination, you must know that the marketplace is like the battlefield! If we can’t coordinate seamlessly on the battlefield, how can we achieve synergy in the business world? Although you are my dad’s employees, I’m also responsible for my dad’s company. Reflect well, dismissed."

After speaking, Wen Ting clapped her hands, and the group of people in front of her left with their heads down.

"Damn, always failing to achieve perfect coordination."

After everyone left, Wen Ting couldn’t help but curse.

Shen Yan handed over a bottle of mineral water with a smile, saying, "It’s noon, under the sun, people can’t think straight. Lack of coordination is understandable."

Wen Ting nodded, opened the mineral water, and poured it over her head, closing her eyes and letting the water flow from her face down her neck and body.

"So refreshing."

Wen Ting tossed away the water bottle, took a deep breath, and then looked at Song Yun, asking, "Shen Yan, is this your friend?"

"This is my brother, Song Yun."

Shen Yan said with a smile.

"Oh! Hello!"

Wen Ting nodded at Song Yun, considering it a greeting, and then unabashedly looked Song Yun up and down.

"Am I that interesting to look at?"

Song Yun squinted his eyes and asked.

"You’re a bit on the thin side." Wen Ting nodded to herself, "With your build, you’re only suited for sniping. You’re not cut out for front-line battles, let alone hand-to-hand combat."

"I think so too."

Song Yun looked at Wen Ting with a smile, not at all upset about being called skinny.

"Shen Yan, how about we go have some fun at the shooting range?" Wen Ting turned to Shen Yan and asked.

"I have no idea how to, I’ve never been good at shooting. I’m here to return the car keys to you; your car is too fierce." Shen Yan said, looking at Song Yun, "Song Yun, give the keys to Wen Ting."

Song Yun nodded and handed the keys to Wen Ting.

As Wen Ting reached out for the keys, her hand suddenly grabbed Song Yun’s hand.

Instinctively wanting to pull away, Song Yun noticed that Wen Ting’s speed and strength were far from harmful to him, so he didn’t dodge, allowing Wen Ting’s hand to hold his.

"Your hand..."

Wen Ting frowned, unabashedly caressing Song Yun’s hand for a while.

"Such thick calluses."

Wen Ting said, "And your muscles are very firm, your thumb pad... have you used a dagger before? And often?"

"Mm!"

Song Yun didn’t deny it, instead smiling and nodding.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seems you’re experienced with cold weapons, not bad, not bad, I happen to like daggers too, how about we spar?"

Song Yun was taken aback, looking at Wen Ting and said, "Us two? Now?"

"Yes, inside there’s a place specifically for my training! Let me test your skills. You might not know, but I love practicing with cold weapons." Wen Ting said with a smile.

Song Yun frowned, instinctively wanting to refuse; the techniques he practiced were deadly, and if he couldn’t control himself later, even if he accidentally grazed Wen Ting, Wen Changlin wouldn’t let it slide. Offending Wen Changlin over such a matter wasn’t worthwhile.

"I’m not your match." Song Yun shook his head and said.

"Don’t worry, I’ll let you off easy. We’ll just play; don’t be afraid, I have unsharpened daggers that won’t cause harm." Wen Ting said, eagerly pulling Song Yun’s hand, "Come on, come on, what’s the fuss for a big man like you?"

Song Yun looked at Shen Yan helplessly, and Shen Yan immediately averted his eyes skyward.

"Come on, Shen Yan, you too! Later, I’ll introduce you to a master, then we’ll have dinner together, and my dad will come out, and you can discuss your matters!"

Wen Ting said.

Shen Yan immediately smiled at Wen Ting, saying, "Let’s go, let’s go. By the way, Song Yun is a dagger expert, you two should have a nice time sparring, it’ll definitely be fun."

"Crap, just selling me out like that?"

Song Yun glared at Shen Yan.

Shen Yan winked exaggeratedly at Song Yun.

"For the sake of brotherhood, Song Yun, I’m counting on you to make a sacrifice."

Song Yun had no choice but to be pulled along by Wen Ting towards a nearby two-story building.

Wen Ting seemed to have no concept of gender boundaries, dragging Song Yun directly upstairs and opening an iron door. Inside was a large room of over a hundred square meters, with wooden floors, surrounded by mirrors, and shelves filled with various cold weapons, knives, spears, clubs, you name it.

"Wow, this is so professional."

Song Yun looked around in surprise.

"This is my practice room."

Wen Ting walked to the front of the shelves and said, "What kind of dagger do you prefer? Or longer weapons? Swords? Spears?"

Song Yun habitually thought mischievously that he liked using sticks, but realizing it might not be appropriate to joke, he brushed aside the thought and said, "Daggers, any type is fine."

Swoosh.

A Nepalese kukri flew towards Song Yun.

Song Yun raised his hand and caught it by the handle.