Arrogant Healer God
Chapter 223: Smash the Car!

Chapter 223: Chapter 223: Smash the Car!

Cold flashes danced in Lionel Yeager’s eyes as he barked, "Don’t take my patience for granted!"

Frances Hans remained chirpily arrogant, void of fear, "Pay up now; otherwise my associates will deal with you!"

"Pay my ass!"

No longer able to control his rage, Lionel lashed out at Frances directly with a slap across her face.

"Ah!"

Frances cried out in agony, being thrown several feet back and crashing onto the ground, her face immediately swelling on one side.

"Good job!"

"Such a shameless woman deserves to be hit!"

Those spectating the scene cheered in unison, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction.

"You rotten bastard! Son of a bitch! You dare to hit me!"

Frances, with her face covered, screamed as she climbed up.

Lionel Yeager coldly stared at Frances, "So what if I hit you, you’re the kind who needs to be taught a lesson!"

Frances snarled menacingly, "If you have the guts, stay right where you are and don’t run!"

"I’ll stay right here, let’s see what sort of show you’re able to put on!"

Lionel replied, then said to Sunny Tolkien, "Assistant Tolkien, sorry, looks like we’re going to be held up for a while."

"It’s okay, let’s handle this situation first."

Sunny shook her head, then continued, "People like her need to be taught a lesson; otherwise, she’ll keep bullying others in future."

Prajna Bates also chimed in, "Exactly, she needs to learn a lesson!"

Julia Stewart nodded in agreement too; she was also driven up the wall by Frances.

Lionel Yeager looked at Frances and said, "Didn’t you mention making a call? Hurry up and don’t waste time!"

"Alright, just wait!"

Frances glared fiercely at Lionel Yeager, and then dialed a number on her mobile phone.

After making the call, Frances rested on her car, waiting patiently.

Witnessing that there were still events to unfold, the spectators also stayed and waited together.

After approximately fifteen minutes.

Three black business cars drove up from a distant place.

The car door opened, and twelve black-clad bodyguards exited the vehicle and moved towards Frances.

"Miss Hans!"

The twelve bodyguards bowed slightly, offering their greetings respectfully.

"Finally, you guys are here!"

Frances pointed at Lionel’s car and snapped, "Start by smashing this car!"

"Yes, Miss Hans!"

The bodyguards acknowledged her command. Subsequently, they retrieved batons and baseball bats from the business car and advanced towards Lionel’s Porsche Panamera.

Julia Stewart gasped in surprise, "Lionel, they are about to smash the car!"

Lionel pivoted and looked at Frances, asking, "Are you sure you want to destroy my car?"

Frances retorted harshly, "Nonsense, this lady is specifically targeting your car!"

Again Lionel asked, "Can you bear the consequences of damaging this car?"

"What is a measly Porsche to me? Even if I smash it, I can definitely cover the cost!"

With a proud smirk, Frances retorted and then added, "And of course, with Young Master Stern backing me, I won’t even need to pay, even if I do wreck your car!"

"Alright."

Lionel nodded, replying, "Go ahead then."

Among other things, Lionel also told Julia, and her companions, to remove their belongings from the car before stepping aside.

"Are you really going to let them wreck the car?"

With a frown, Julia queried.

"Let them."

Lionel responded and then squinted, whispering, "This woman is going to pay for what she’s done!"

Julia Stewart sighed lightly, not saying anything more.

Having spent some time with Lionel Yeager, she had come to understand him somewhat.

The calmer he appeared on the surface, the angrier he actually was.

She had no idea what Lionel Yeager would do next.

"Smash it, smash it hard!"

Frances Hans gave the command directly.

Twelve bodyguards obeyed, savagely swinging their batons and baseball bats at the car.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The car was visibly being destroyed at a rapid pace!

Before long, the Porsche Panamera, which was previously in seventy percent good condition, was completely wrecked!

The onlookers were having heart palpitations, feeling incredibly sorry for the car.

A Porsche Panamera worth more than a million was just smashed like that, truly wasteful.

"Ha ha ha ...."

Frances Hans burst into laughter, feeling very delighted, "Good job smashing! Good job!"

Once the car was utterly smashed beyond recognition, Frances Hans gave another wave of her hand, "Beat them up, make them compensate me one million!"

"Damn, this woman is really ruthless. She destroyed their car and now wants to beat them up!"

"Well, their backing is Young Master Stern of the Stern Family. He’s got money and power, guess they have to take it on the chin."

The onlooking crowd felt very annoyed at Frances Hans and pitied Lionel Yeager and his companions.

But they were ordinary people and couldn’t do anything to help, they could only watch as this woman wreaked havoc.

"Yes!"

The bodyguards responded, striding menacingly towards Lionel Yeager and his companions.

Lionel Yeager, disinterested in these weaklings, waved his hand, "Prajna, you go!"

"Alrighty!"

Prajna had been itching to show her skills; hearing Lionel Yeager’s command, she instantly dashed towards the twelve bodyguards, leaving a ghostly shadow behind.

Prajna, who had stabilized at the Grandmaster Level, was more than capable of dealing with these guys.

So, it took less than a few minutes for all twelve of them to lie on the ground, wailing in pain.

Prajna dusted her hands, muttered with a pout, "They can’t take a hit, not fun at all."

"Wha, wha, what..."

At this moment, Frances Hans was stunned.

These bodyguards were all high-priced hires, each capable of tackling four to five adult men.

But, to her surprise, the twelve bodyguards she had hired were defeated by a girl who seemed gentle and approachable.

Prajna said, "Well, what’s this ’Wha’? Hurry up and keep your men coming. These fellows didn’t give me a good fight."

Frances Hans glared at Prajna and Lionel Yeager’s group fiercely, gritting her teeth, "You, you just wait for me!

I’m calling Young Master Stern now. Once he’s here, you’re all screwed!"

Lionel Yeager raised his hand, "Then hurry up."

Without any more hesitation, Frances Hans made a phone call.

Once the call ended, Frances Hans excitedly announced, "Young Master Stern said he’ll be here soon with his men. You’re all doomed!"

Lionel Yeager smiled, a gorgeous smile.

Frances Hans was deeply annoyed, "You bastard, what are you smiling at!"

Lionel Yeager said, "I’m laughing at your stupidity, beyond any cure."

"You..."

Frances Hans pointed at Lionel Yeager, glanced fearfully at Prajna and said, "Bastard, your triumph won’t last much longer!

Young Master Stern has many masters by his side, even this woman cannot protect you all!"

Lionel Yeager agreed readily, "Yes, yes, yes, you are absolutely correct. Young Master Stern is the best in the world."

"Stop being sarcastic, you just wait and see how you die later!"

Frances Hans was so angry that her chest was heaving; she stopped paying attention to Lionel Yeager.