Chapter 231: 231 Not So Smooth on the Road_1

Chapter 231: Chapter 231 Not So Smooth on the Road_1

Xu Fan had just left when the middle-aged man in black at the auction revealed a profound smile and slowly walked to the corridor entrance. He took out his phone, dialed a number with a light touch.

“Everyone, get ready to move, ‘kill the chicken to get the eggs’!”

The middle-aged man slowly uttered a sentence, his words overflowing with murderous intent.

After he finished speaking, he quickly pocketed his phone, then his figure seemed to turn into a bolt of lightning, as he instantaneously leapt down from the space between the stairwells.

The auction was set on the third floor of Yu Lou Hotel; the stairs here were at least seven or eight meters above the ground. The middle-aged man’s body, like a fluttering leaf, lightly landed on the ground, merely kicking up a bit of dust.

After that, the middle-aged man slowly stood up from the ground, patted the dust off his clothes, and walked out of Yu Lou Hotel.

On this side, Xu Fan was driving his Audi S7, leisurely following behind Qin Haowen’s two cars on the road.

The roads in Yulou Ancient Town were quite spacious, but there weren’t many vehicles. The speed advantage of Qin Haowen’s Maserati sports car was fully utilized, racing down the street with a roaring sound that echoed down the long stretch.

The Hummer behind was even fiercer; although bulky and heavy, the driver seemed to be quite reckless, driving the Hummer like it was a BMW, speeding along with a roar not outdone by the Maserati’s.

As the two cars were speeding towards a bend, they both started to slow down. Just then, a green, battered dump truck suddenly came from the opposite direction, hogging the lane and careening straight towards Qin Haowen’s sports car and the Hummer.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak...”

The Maserati and the Hummer both abruptly braked, dragging two long skid marks on the road, and the smell of burning rubber wafted through the air.

Seeing Zhang Qiang’s imposing manner, the young man’s face was filled with subservience. He fumbled in the pocket of his upper garment and pulled out a pack of cheap cigarettes. He offered one to Zhang Qiang and said, “Big brother, I really was wrong. I shouldn’t have stayed up late playing mahjong last night. I can compensate you with two hundred yuan for the emotional distress, is that okay?”

“To hell with your two hundred yuan!” Zhang Qiang bellowed, slapping the cigarette from the young man’s hand, then swinging his palm toward the young man’s face, taunting, “I earn millions in a year, you think two hundred yuan is enough? How about I cripple you and give you twenty thousand instead?”

As he spoke, Zhang Qiang’s arm swung out, aiming a vicious blow at the young man’s face.

But just as Zhang Qiang’s hand was about to make contact with the young man’s cheek, the young man’s body suddenly, eerily shifted backward and, in the nick of time, dodged the slap aimed at his face.

“Dammit you piece of crap, you dare to dodge!” Zhang Qiang raged, clenching his fist, ready to punch the young man in the head.

“Big brother, let’s talk this out, no need for violence...” The young man smoothly dodged again, avoiding Zhang Qiang’s ferocious punch.

“Huh?” Zhang Qiang was slightly stunned. How come his strikes hadn’t hit this damned driver twice in a row? Could it be that his recent abrupt braking had caused some issue with his body?

Chou Jiukun, standing aside, noticed the young man easily avoiding Zhang Qiang’s blows. A dangerous light flashed in his eyes—the young man clearly had the skills of a martial artist.

“Zhang Qiang, get back here quick!” Chou Jiukun shouted at Zhang Qiang, then leaped toward the young man.

But it was already too late for Chou Jiukun’s warning.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the deferential look on the young man’s face vanished, replaced by a fierce and ruthless expression.

In the blink of an eye, his hands were on Zhang Qiang’s neck, then crossed in a swift motion.

With a “crack,” Zhang Qiang’s neck emitted a crisp sound, and then his head drooped lifelessly down.