Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 1979 - 2042: Turns Out to Be an Acquaintance
"Hehe." Li Yifei chuckled lightly. These people didn’t understand the meaning behind his laugh and were about to speak when they saw Li Yifei’s expression change. "Take out your phone and call your family," he said.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu was stunned for a long time. After he realized what was happening, he quickly pulled out his phone. He didn’t know Li Yifei’s purpose, whether it was extortion or to contact his parents, but he knew he had to make this call.
The call connected quickly; it was answered by Song Qingshu’s father, named Song Zhenye, who was a real estate developer in Ning City, even planning a listing recently. At this moment, Song Zhenye had just returned home drunk and was smiling when he received his son’s call. He had a child at an old age and spoiled his son excessively, always providing whatever money was needed and covering up any trouble he caused.
Song Zhenye believed that kids grow up and mature eventually. Being a bit reckless when young was not a big deal, as they would naturally calm down with age.
Of course, this idea was somewhat naive, as some people might never mature in their lifetime. Some might even become a burden to their parents.
Usually, when the call connected, Song Qingshu would shout "Comrade Old Song," which sounded a bit disrespectful, but Song Zhenye saw it as a sign of their closeness. Today, however, there was no such shout. Instead, he heard heavy breathing on the other end, causing Song Zhenye to think of the time he once called his son, only to find him in the throes of passion with a woman. Even in such a moment, Song Qingshu had answered the phone. Though Song Zhenye had scolded him afterward, Song Qingshu didn’t really care.
Could it be happening again? Song Zhenye prepared to hang up but then heard Song Qingshu’s voice. It was noticeably altered as he called out, "Dad, is that you?"
"It’s me. What’s wrong?" Reacting to his son’s unusual tone, Song Zhenye became alarmed and asked quickly.
"I..." Song Qingshu glanced at Li Yifei, who extended his hand. Song Qingshu quickly handed him the phone. Li Yifei put the phone to his ear and said calmly, "Are you Song Qingshu’s father?"
Speaking in Chinese, Song Zhenye froze for a moment. A few seconds later, he asked, "Who are you?"
"Who I am is not important right now. I asked if you are Song Qingshu’s father!"
"I... I am. Who are you? What happened to Qingshu?" Song Zhenye, frowning, asked.
"What happened to him, I’ll let him tell you in a bit. Right now, I need to know your name," Li Yifei inquired.
"I am Song Zhenye!" Raising his voice, Song Zhenye replied, already aware something was wrong. He continued, "Let me speak to Song Qingshu. I need to know what happened."
With his son abroad and returning only a few times a year, Song Zhenye feared he had gotten into trouble there. However, since the other party was also a Huaxia person, he couldn’t be sure of the situation.
Li Yifei, on the other hand, pondered over the name Song Zhenye, which didn’t sound familiar. He only worried if they were from the Song Family. Although Song Zude was dead, Li Yifei hadn’t wiped out the Song Family entirely. If, indeed, Song Zhenye and Song Qingshu belonged to that Song Family, Li Yifei might have to act ruthlessly, as he wasn’t known for coddling anyone.
This was why Li Yifei was insistent on knowing Song Zhenye’s name.
"Song Zhenye, is it? Your son has gotten you into quite a bit of trouble this time, hehe." Li Yifei sneered, handing the phone back to Song Qingshu. With a grieving face, Song Qingshu listened as Li Yifei said, "Tell your father everything, without omission."
How could Song Qingshu dare to hide anything now? If he still didn’t realize the man before him wasn’t ordinary but a deadly figure, he would be truly foolish. Seeing the other party had no intention of killing him, Song Qingshu hurriedly recounted everything to Song Zhenye.
Upon hearing it, Song Zhenye was stunned. He wasn’t overly surprised that his son caused such mischief abroad since the kid was always daring. But going up against a Huaxia person, who apparently single-handedly dealt with a group of Underworld members, even rousing fear in all of them, was daunting. Now his son had a gun pointed at his head. Though Song Zhenye was quite experienced with such dire situations, he was unsure what to do.
"Dad, save me. I don’t want to die!" Song Qingshu finally broke down and cried into the phone, causing the already trembling hand of Song Zhenye to sober up instantly. Trying to pull himself together, he said into the phone, "Give the phone to that gentleman. I need to talk to him... You shut up!"
His last words were practically shouted, waking up his wife in the other room. She came out, wrapped in her robe, asking what was causing such a commotion. Without offering an explanation, Song Zhenye gestured for her to be quiet. Once the phone was back in Li Yifei’s hand, Song Zhenye, trying to keep himself composed, addressed him respectfully, "Sir, Qingshu did wrong. For the sake of fellowmen, please allow him a chance. I’m willing to bear any responsibility as his father."
"Hehe, you think you can bear it?" Li Yifei scoffed dismissively.
"Well... whatever you require, just say it. I promise to comply," said Song Zhenye, putting aside everything to save his son, even if Li Yifei’s demands were excessive.
"What’s your relation to the Song Family?" Li Yifei asked.
"Song Family? Which Song Family?" Song Zhenye was taken aback and asked.
"Song Zude’s Song Family," Li Yifei replied.
"Song Zude? Do you mean the Song Family from the Ten Major Families?" Song Zhenye quickly queried.
"Yes."
Hold on, how did this mysterious person on the phone know about that Song Family? Realization sparked in Song Zhenye’s mind, prompting him to ask, "Are you... are you also from Ning Province?"
"You haven’t answered my question yet. My patience is limited," Li Yifei said icily.
"No connection, I absolutely have no connection to them. Even though my last name is Song, I am just a small-time businessman... The Song Family wouldn’t even notice me. They associate only with higher circles," Song Zhenye explained hastily.
Oh, not from that Song Family. Li Yifei relaxed slightly; if Song Zude’s relatives, Li Yifei would have certainly dealt with Song Qingshu on the spot and dealt with his father upon returning home.
Fortunately, they weren’t related, and Li Yifei’s animosity toward Song Zude wasn’t so intense.
Song Qingshu couldn’t hear their conversation. With a face full of sorrow, he looked up at Li Yifei. Forgetting about any women, surviving today seemed a stroke of ancestral luck.
"How do you know about the Song Family? Or..." Song Zhenye probed.
"Enough, you’re spared death, but punishment is unavoidable," Li Yifei impatiently said, hanging up the call. Song Qingshu felt a moment of relief, followed by dread. Although his life was spared, losing an arm or leg could ruin him forever.
Listening to the busy tone, Song Zhenye didn’t dare call back. Although he desperately wanted to, doing so might provoke the other party, endangering his son.
Wait, did I miss something? Song Zhenye patted his head, trying to calm down. If this person knew about Song Zude, could they also be from Ning Province? It was highly possible there...
Song Zhenye jolted at a thought, but he wasn’t certain, so he quickly found a number in his contacts and made a call.
This call wasn’t directed at Li Yifei, as they weren’t on familiar terms. Instead, he called Song Zhentao. They were cousins, with Song Zhenye being the elder by ten years, and despite one being in politics and the other in business, they maintained some contact.
After ringing a few times, Song Zhentao picked up, recognizing it was his cousin calling, so he spoke affably, "Cousin, calling this late, what’s up?"
"Zhentao, I really do have something." Song Zhenye said directly, "My useless son caused trouble abroad."
"Caused trouble? What happened?" Song Zhentao, also surprised, gestured for those around to be silent and moved to the window. "What happened?"
Song Zhenye explained the situation. Hearing that Song Qingshu hired a thug abroad to assault a woman in broad daylight, Song Zhentao snorted heavily, given his significant political influence as a local party secretary.
"Zhentao, I will discipline the kid once he returns, but right now, the priority is his safety. He’s my only son. If he dies abroad..." pleaded Song Zhenye.
His wife, hearing of potential death, knowing the facts, fainted immediately. Ignoring her fall, Song Zhenye waited for Song Zhentao’s response.
"Judging by what you said, it’s highly likely to be Li Yifei," Song Zhentao sighed, rubbing his temples. "I’ll try making a call. My relationship with Li Yifei is decent, but I can’t guarantee anything. You know, Li Yifei is now beyond ordinary influence."
"Yes, yes, okay, okay... Zhentao, you call first. I’m waiting on your news. If it is Li Yifei, Qingshu has a chance of survival," said Song Zhenye promptly, ending their call. Only afterward did he tend to his wife. Finding her unconscious, he tried pinching her philtrum and... slapping her face a few times, waking her. She clutched her stinging face and started to wail, grabbing Song Zhenye’s hand, pleading, "Old Song, you must save the child. He can’t die abroad, otherwise..."
"Shut up! Don’t you think I want to save him? It’s all your fault, spoiling him like this. Small mischief aside, now he’s hiring a hitman abroad—damn it, I..."
