Urban Most Awesome Dad - Chapter 231

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.

Luckily both cars were imported luxury models, with quality assurance. With the drivers’ hard braking, the vehicles came to a steady stop on the road, leaving less than a meter from the oncoming dump truck.

“Dammit! That scared the hell out of me!” Qin Haowen patted his chest in the passenger seat, his agitation still lingering.

On Qin Haowen’s Maserati, the sycophant Zhang Qiang in the driver’s seat yelled out, “Dammit, is this bastard trying to get killed? How can someone drive like that! Could they be drunk? I’ll call my friend to come and finish him off!”

“Dammit, smash him to death for me, nearly got myself killed on the road!” Qin Haowen also said furiously.

Only the master in the back seat, Chou Jiukun, seemed to sense something unusual. Instead of cursing like Qin Haowen, he tensed up and squinted his eyes, as if sensing something.

“Not good, there’s something wrong with the vehicles ahead; Young Master, you must not get out of the car!” Chou Jiukun shouted, and in one move, he opened the rear door and leaped down from the car, eyes vigilantly focused on the approaching dump truck.

The three members of Flame Dragon Organization on the Hummer, seeing Chou Jiukun exit the vehicle, honked their horn twice as a signal to alert Chou Jiukun.

At that moment, a young man in a black work uniform, with a face mask, jumped down from the dump truck. The young man approached Chou Jiukun with a timid expression and said, “I’m really sorry, big brother. I was a bit sleepy just now and dozed off in the truck, nearly causing an accident. I’m truly so sorry!”

Upon hearing the young man’s words, Zhang Qiang in the car couldn’t sit still any longer. With just a meter’s difference, he and the young master would have become history beneath the backside of this dump truck.

No matter how many millions your Maserati costs, under such an enormous vehicle, at such high speeds, both man and machine would be reduced to rubble.

“Dammit, you freaking slept while driving? Do you know who we are? If you even grazed me, not even wiping out your entire family could cover the loss!” Zhang Qiang grabbed the young man by the collar and began to roar.

Being accustomed to swaggering around behind someone as important as Qin Haowen, Zhang Qiang was quick to lose his temper, especially with members of the lower social classes—ordinary civilians.

Of course, this behavior served as a way to show loyalty to his young master, Qin Haowen, who himself had just had a fright. If hitting this stupid driver could ease the young master, then Zhang Qiang would definitely make the man in front of him pay dearly.

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.