Su Anyong cracked a slight smile, then a flash of light flickered.
Under the sunlight, a dazzling silver-white reflection appeared before Su Ping’s eyes, almost blinding him.
It wasn’t just Su Ping; all those coming out of the airport couldn’t help but fix their gazes on the object.
"What the fuck?!"
Su Ping blinked, staring at the thing before him, initially at a loss for words. It was a silver-white sports car.
From the awed gasps of the onlookers, one could understand its striking appearance.
And Su Anyong, the center of attention, walked forward, opened the door of the silver-white sports car, and, with everyone watching, put his dark sunglasses on again, looking at Su Ping who still hadn’t co to his senses.
"What are you spacing out for? Get in the car!"
It had to be said, although Su Anyong’s way of showing off was simple, it was truly and directly effective.
The design of the sports car, and even its slightly hovering base, all proclaid its value.
The envious, jealous gazes of the passersby and the shocked expression on his son’s face clearly pleased Su Anyong.
Su Ping belatedly got into the passenger seat, looking at the smug Su Anyong.
"Is this yours? Where did you get it?"
"What kind of question is that? If it’s not mine, is it yours? Cut the crap. *Super Shadow, ho!*"
The car started. And it even has voice-activated intelligent control? No need for a driver?
"Su Anyong, you haven’t done anything outrageous, have you? What kind of rich stepmother could buy you this thing? This has got to be in the tens of millions, right?"
"Country bumpkin!"
With a look of disdain, Su Anyong glanced at his son and then waved his hand.
"Take a look at this: chanical Core. Even though it hasn’t been successfully activated to beco a sentient chanical Pet Beast, it’s still a genuine intelligent supercar. Tens of millions? The market price is at least two hundred million!"
Su Ping’s eyes turned red, and he lunged over, grabbing the old man’s throat.
"Old man, is this how you squander money? I’ve always wanted to buy that extraction compressor and never did, and you spent all that money on this piece of crap?"
"Piece of crap? Buying that compressor would have been the real piece of crap. This car is freaking cool! Just look at these lines, look at the workmanship..."
Su Ping glared at Su Anyong resentfully.
Indeed, he was mistaken. He had actually thought his old man was off doing so serious business. But now, this floating supercar... it didn’t look like sothing acquired through legitimate ans.
eting his son’s gaze, Su Anyong cleared his throat again.
"Alright, this thing has a special and complicated origin. It wasn’t bought with money, so rest assured."
"Bullshit! It would be abnormal if it *was* bought with money. Spit it out, what exactly were you up to this ti?"
Su Ping scrutinized Su Anyong intensely. Indeed, this thing had a chanical Core. It was an autonomous vehicle, requiring no control.
Su Anyong’s eyes suddenly turned profound. He took a cigarette out of his pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it, and the car’s automatic air ventilation system activated simultaneously.
Seeing Su Ping genuinely curious about this feature, Su Anyong smirked.
"How about that? Isn’t it worth every penny?"
Su Ping gave him a sidelong glance.
Su Anyong gave a sheepish chuckle before resuming his profound look, eyeing Su Ping and speaking word by word, "Son, I’ve actually always had a hidden identity. I’m a very powerful Beast Tar."
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"This trip to Beihai City wasn’t just to find you a stepmother; a big client also sought out for a major deal! This supercar is their paynt! Of course, looking for a stepmother for you wasn’t neglected either."
"You? A powerful Beast Tar? How powerful? Then why are you holed up in a small cultivation center?"
"Naturally, it’s to take care of you, my foolish son. As for how strong... maybe just a tiny bit stronger than your grandfather."
Su Anyong blew a smoke ring, his expression one of nonchalance that was nevertheless profoundly deep.
"And now, you’ve finally co of age, and I can finally rest assured and go finish the things I left undone back then!"
Su Ping’s gaze was calm. He nodded.
"I see. I didn’t expect Old Su to be soone with a story. Could it be that back then, you were forced by so people, or so circumstances, and that’s why you retired to our Heart of Woods..."
"Yes, I didn’t expect, Xiao Ping, that you could understand . If I had known earlier..."
"Understand my ass! You, a powerful Beast Tar? Why don’t you just say you’re Haotian Douluo? Don’t fucking try that crap on ! Spill it!"
Although he didn’t know what Haotian Douluo was, seeing his not-so-clever lie exposed, Su Anyong shrugged sheepishly.
But he soon pulled himself together. "You little brat! Don’t push your luck! Questioning now? I haven’t even settled your score yet!"
"My score? What score is there to settle?"
Su Ping blinked, pretending to be clueless.
Su Anyong chuckled coldly, baring his chillingly white teeth.
"I’m telling you, if anything happens to Old Sha, I might not be able to bring myself to kill you, you little rascal, but breaking your legs is definitely on the table. You better rember that!"
Su Ping swallowed, feigning a guilty conscience, and chuckled dryly.
"Old Su, isn’t that a bit too harsh?"
Su Anyong chuckled coldly again, this ti with an air of certainty, and gave Su Ping an icy stare.
Su Ping seed to deflate suddenly, whispering, "What if... what I said was true?"
"Heh, if that’s the case, I’ll call you ’Dad’."
Su Ping looked as if his sche had succeeded; all pretense vanished, and he smiled.
"Tsk, alright then."
That damn old man! He just took off whenever he pleased, leaving Heart of Woods to , a fresh graduate. And now he’s back, not only inexplicably bringing this sports car but also feeding such a stupid excuse. Does he think it’s still the past? Think I’m an idiot? And now he thinks he’s in the right? I told the old geezer before, but he didn’t believe . It made all my attempts to impress him fall flat. In that case, Su Anyong, you can’t bla for what cos next!
Su Ping sneered inwardly.
However, regaining his composure and contemplating the ultra-modern interior of the sports car, along with all the eyes and attention it attracted on the road, Su Ping couldn’t help but grin. This thing really is cool. And it suits my temperant perfectly.
He gently caressed its surface; the special tal combined with so unknown type of fine leather texture defined what an Advanced Level feel truly was.
Thus, Su Ping thought for a mont, then under Su Anyong’s suspicious gaze, he nodded and said, "Forget about calling ’Dad’. Just give this car when the ti cos."
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