Return of the King, Dominating the City-Chapter 1347 - 1332: On Purpose

Actually, sometimes, money can make the devil grind the mill.

Rumeng thought she wasn’t someone who could be easily swayed, but a Vacheron Constantin watch worth tens of thousands made her become someone rather casual. It has to be said, the allure of money is indeed great.

"Yuanyi, remember to let me know when the time comes. I’ll ask my friends at the bureau to help out a bit." Ma Lele sat beside him, hugging a beautiful woman, and said.

"Mm, I will tell you. Hmph, this time Song Yun is definitely doomed!" Xuan Yuanyi said with a grim face, "In SH, no one has been able to survive for long after offending us!"

Xuan Yuanyi’s words, coupled with that expression, carried a hint of arrogance, and the girl beside him looked deeply fascinated. Meanwhile, Xuan Yuanyi rubbed Rumeng’s slender waist, thinking, "What a shame for such a woman to sleep with Song Yun. I’ll just have to find another one."

Rumeng, who had a bit of dignity to lose, didn’t yet know that, in Xuan Yuanyi’s mind, she was already marked as dispensable. Once the matter was over, Xuan Yuanyi would ditch her.

Even though Rumeng was sleeping with another man for Xuan Yuanyi’s sake, Xuan Yuanyi didn’t care for that. If you’re slept with, then you’re slept with. Giving you a watch worth thirty thousand is already compensation. As for continuing further, that’s absolutely impossible.

"Once we get him into the bureau, there’ll be ways to play him to death."

Xuan Yuanyi said fiercely.

"I want him to live a fate worse than death!"

Ma Lele said in a subdued voice.

They were scheming something over there, while on the other side, there was Song Yun.

Wen Ting’s bowling skills were indeed quite remarkable. She could knock down all ten pins with just one or two throws, and those spin throws and curveballs were effortlessly executed, leaving Shen Yan utterly stunned.

"Come on, Song Yun, give it a try!"

Wen Ting picked up a towel to wipe the sweat off her face and said to Song Yun.

"Me?"

Song Yun squinted his eyes, saying, "I better not. I don’t know how to play."

"You can learn if you don’t know how. It’s actually quite simple. Aren’t you a top expert on the War God List? Since you’re high-ranked on the War God List, learning this should be easy, right?" Wen Ting said with a half-joking smile, "Give us a performance, show us how well the War God List top-rankers control their bodies."

"This... my strength is too much, missing might be okay, but if I throw it onto someone else’s lane or hit someone, that’ll be problematic!" Song Yun shook his head and said.

"No worries, there’s no way it’ll hit people unless you throw directly at them."

Wen Ting said, "Even if it hits someone, I’ll take responsibility, won’t that be enough?"

"Well... alright then."

Song Yun nodded reluctantly, but his eyes subtly glanced at Ma Lele’s side.

The group around Ma Lele was about seven or eight meters away from Song Yun’s group. It seemed they were having too much fun, as they weren’t looking in Song Yun’s direction. As a result, even now, Ma Lele and Xuan Yuanyi had no idea Song Yun was right beside them playing bowling.

"What weight do you want?"

Wen Ting asked.

"Fifteen to sixteen pounds, I think." Song Yun replied, "I remember this is the heaviest."

"With your strength, you indeed need sixteen pounds." Wen Ting nodded, and took a ball from the rack, handing it to Song Yun, saying, "Actually, bowling is very simple. As a top expert, it’ll be even easier for you to learn. If you can beat me, I won’t hold a grudge against you for any wrongs you’ve done to me before."

Song Yun awkwardly scratched his head, saying, "I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong to you, have I? Seems like it’s always been you doing wrong to me!"

"Hmph, denying won’t help you!"

Wen Ting pouted, saying, "I, Wen Ting, never fear any man, don’t think letting me win makes you stronger. My dad won’t let us fight, so let’s decide the winner in bowling."

"But... but I don’t know how! Isn’t this setting me up?" Song Yun said.

"Tch, with your control over your body, learning this should be a piece of cake, right? Bowling is just about calculating the ball’s path and power. It shouldn’t be hard for you! Stop dawdling, hurry up, I’ll give you a few chances to get familiar, then you can start officially! If you lose to me, I don’t want much, just call me good sister, you’re so amazing, that will do!" Wen Ting said.

"If I beat you, do you have to call me good brother, you’re so amazing, for me to hear?" Song Yun asked lecherously.

"Beat me first, then we’ll talk." Wen Ting snorted coldly and said, "Don’t waste my time." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Then I’ll give it a shot."

Song Yun took the ball in his hand, weighed it, and it felt quite heavy but had a good grip.

Song Yun imitated the technique, slipping his fingers into the ballholes. Then he focused, staring intently at the lane and said, "I’ll show you what a curveball is!"

With those words, Song Yun charged forward, taking three to four steps, then raised the ball high and threw it towards the lane.

Beginners often encounter an issue with bowling: they can’t control the ball’s trajectory on release. That’s why it’s easy for a new player to throw the ball into someone else’s lane.

Of course, would Song Yun, a top expert from the War God List, do something as foolish as throwing the ball into another lane?

Definitely not!

The bowling ball left Song Yun’s hand, making a perfect curve in the air.

With a loud bang.

Then followed by a thud.

Somehow, the bowling ball from Song Yun’s hand flew to a lane about seven to eight meters away, hitting a guy who was trying to look cool, knocking him to the ground. He sat there clutching his chest, gasping for breath.

"Damn!"

Xuan Yuanyi, who was discussing something with Ma Lele, heard the thud. He looked over to see his buddy on the ground, looking as if he were mortally wounded, while a bowling ball lay lonely beside him.

"Which bastard threw this? Don’t you know how to play? Are you looking for trouble!?" Xuan Yuanyi, who had been messed with by Song Yun recently and still hadn’t calmed down, now faced yet another annoyance. Xuan Yuanyi suddenly wanted to say, "Do you really think I don’t know how to get angry?"

Wen Ting had intended to rush over and apologize when she saw Song Yun’s ball had flown over and hit someone. But after hearing Xuan Yuanyi’s words, she decisively turned her head away.