The call connected, and Sun Shijie's anxious voice ca through: "You need to get here quickly, Zhao Guo'an has gone mad."
"Gone...mad?" Xiao Feng's mouth twitched: "What kind of madness? Smashing things up or biting everyone he sees?"
"Neither," Sun Shijie replied. "He's singing and dancing; Miss Lin already tied him up, but he's still singing. If you don't believe , listen."
As soon as he finished speaking, a wolf-like howl ca through the receiver: "Ohhh my ol' pal, hey! Just hangin' here, I'm a hangin' dirty little monk..."
"..." Xiao Feng.
This guy's accent is becoming more bizarre.
"Alright, got it, I'll be there soon."
After hanging up, Xiao Feng said goodbye to Song Keren: "You should just stay at ho for a while. I've already sent soone to track Shen Tianze. I'll let you know the mont I find anything."
"Thank you!" Song Keren smiled.
Xiao Feng waved his hand: "Save the thanks—no need to be so formal. Who are we to each other, right?"
"Are we...friends?" Song Keren asked, blushing.
Xiao Feng replied without hesitation: "Of course not, what we have surpasses ordinary friendship."
"Then...what are we?" Song Keren asked with her head down.
She knew there were feelings that lay sowhere between lovers and friends, a more poetic way to put it would be, more than friends, less than lovers.
But to put it bluntly, it was just an ambiguous relationship.
However, just as she was filled with anticipation, Xiao Feng casually said: "We're definitely relatives, my dear niece."
"Fine, see yourself out," Song Keren said with a dark expression.
...
To be honest, Xiao Feng wasn't particularly worried about Zhao Guo'an suddenly going crazy.
In his view, the guy was probably just pretending to be crazy for so misguided reason.
Therefore, he didn't feel the need to speed down the street in a mad rush.
However, just as Xiao Feng was waiting at a red light, he suddenly heard a "bang."
Imdiately afterward, a force pushed his car forward, making it cross the stop line.
"Damn it!"
Xiao Feng cursed, shifted the car to park, and got out.
He suspected that Chang Xinyan gave him this car to avoid trouble, or maybe put a curse on it before handing it over.
After all, Xiao Feng had only driven this car twice, and both tis ended up in accidents.
The difference being, the last ti he hit soone, this ti he was rear-ended.
"Sorry, sorry, I got distracted," the driver of the car behind said as he got out.
Xiao Feng glanced at the car the other guy was driving, a black rcedes S-Class, about two million on the market, with a Kyoto plate.
"Insurance or cash compensation?" Xiao Feng went straight to the point, not wasting words.
He was quite frustrated now, though amidst the frustration, he also thought he might have found a new way to make money.
If he got hit and compensated every ti he left ho, earning tens of thousands in repair costs, over ti that could be quite a windfall.
Before the driver could say anything, the doors of the passenger and rear seats opened, and out stepped two abnormally burly n, their muscles straining against their suits.
Visually, the sense of intimidation was overwhelming.
"How were you driving?" one of the burly n yelled at Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng frowned: "The way you're talking is like a vicious dog baring its teeth at soone."
"Are you looking for trouble?" The burly man burst into a rage and aggressively approached Xiao Feng.
As he got closer, the burly man reached out and gave Xiao Feng a shove on his shoulder.
However, the expected scene of Xiao Feng being pushed to the ground didn't happen, he didn't even budge!
At that mont, a young man with a very hip-hop style got out of the car and said to Xiao Feng: "Bro, it's just a fender bender, right? What's the big deal?
My car is damaged too; let's each take a step back, and not hold each other accountable. What do you say?"
Xiao Feng was amused: "Co here."
The hip-hop youth swaggered over, head held high: "What?"
"Slap!"
Xiao Feng simply slapped him hard, and the hip-hop youth cried out in pain, falling to the ground.
Instantly, there were gasps from the crowd gathered around.
Many people holding phones ready to shoot videos were already planning their social dia captions: Luxury car rear-ended by sports car, owner slaps the other guy, the world of the wealthy is beyond us!
"What are you all looking at, beat him up for , break him, I'll pay for the damages!" the hip-hop youth roared with anger.
The two strong n exchanged a glance, one facing Xiao Feng, the other moving around behind him, planning to attack at the sa ti.
From that one shove just now, both realized Xiao Feng was trained, and it wouldn't be easy to deal with him, so they decided to be more cautious.
In the next instant, the strong man in front of Xiao Feng, with a grim expression, kicked out fiercely.
Xiao Feng completely ignored him, turned around, and punched at the one behind him.
With his keen eyesight, he could tell that the frontal attack was just a feint, and the real threat was coming from behind.
"Bang!"
"Ahhhhh!"
The dull thud of a punch and the strong man's heart-wrenching wail rang out almost simultaneously.
And after exchanging a punch with Xiao Feng, the strong man imdiately flew three ters away, almost getting run over by cars at the intersection.
"Your turn," Xiao Feng turned his head, smiling as he said.
But that smile was unnerving, making people feel uneasy.
"Bang!"
"Ahhhhh!"
The familiar scene replayed, and the fight concluded swiftly and decisively.
There were no flashy exchanges, but it was filled with the most primal spectacle.
At least from the onlookers' reactions, it seed quite effective.
At this mont, Xiao Feng walked over to the hip-hop youth collapsed on the ground, looking down at him and smiling: "Though I slapped you, my hand hurts too.
How about we each take a step back and don't hold each other accountable, what do you think?"
Clearly, this was using the guy's own logic of "my car is also damaged" in counterattack.
The hip-hop youth's eyes showed resentnt as he gritted his teeth: "You probably don't know who my dad is!"
"Who is it? Li Gang?" Xiao Feng mocked: "Don't bother with these empty threats, let's talk business. A million for repair costs, agree and transfer the money."
"And if I don't agree?" The hip-hop youth asked defiantly.
Xiao Feng mused, "If you don't agree...let think...you'll probably be lying in a hospital until next spring."
At this point, the driver finally snapped out of it and quickly ran to the hip-hop youth's side, urging: "Young master, let's not bite off more than we can chew. We can't keep fighting over this."
The hip-hop youth was helped to his feet, glaring at Xiao Feng: "My money isn't that easy to get, so don't cut your hand."
"I've practiced with Iron Sand Palms, not worried about a cut," Xiao Feng smirked insincerely.
"Fine, fine, I'll give you the million, and then wait for you to return it to ," the hip-hop youth laughed in anger.
User Comments
0 comments from readers