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Chapter 348 - 372: Fang Yuying’s Dominance

Chapter 348: Chapter 372: Fang Yuying’s Dominance

Fang Yuying sat in the car, her enchanting face calm, even with a lady’s cigarette dangling from her lips, proving that she had taken the time to light one up when she was free.

"Damn it, all of you just follow behind eating my dust, thinking that by changing to a racing engine, you can outdo me?" Fang Yuying cursed as she drove on.

Fang Yuying had grown numb to such street racing challenges. She had once declared that if anyone could beat her in a race, she would agree to be their woman.

When she first made that statement, it had caused uproar and anger within her family, but the defiant Fang Yuying didn’t care, and at that time, almost all the profligate young masters in Tianjing had continuously come forward to challenge her.

However, unfortunately for them, Fang Yuying was still single.

Later, wearied by these challenges, Fang Yuying bluntly stated that only someone from a "second-class family" background was eligible to challenge her, thus reducing the challengers by two-thirds.

Yet, there were still those who enjoyed the thrill, like Xia Zijun.

As for him, Fang Yuying never took him seriously. She liked men who were formidable and met her tastes, none of whom she had seen over the years.

And so, Fang Yuying remained single.

As the scent house got closer, a captivating smile curled on Fang Yuying’s lips, exuding her confidence. When it came to street racing, Fang Yuying had never been beaten by anyone.

Suddenly, that curling smile froze as her eyes widened in disbelief, "Eh, that guy looks familiar..." She spotted a scene from afar at the entrance of the scent house.

As she drew closer, her lovely face became flushed with rage.

"Damn! They dare to touch my brother, they’re seeking death!" Fang Yuying blurted out and drove straight into the incident.

Inside the scent house, Fang Yi was being escorted downstairs by several guards, with a guard vehicle parked at the entrance preparing to pick him up. Suddenly, one of the guards glanced aside and his face turned pale with horror.

"Look out! MOVE!!!" the guard shouted.

The group then quickly reacted and hurriedly retreated.

A red sports car slammed directly into the guard vehicle, thunderously, as if to highlight the driver’s unwavering resolve.

The guard vehicle sounded an alarm, and the guards turned pale, realizing that if they hadn’t moved quickly, a disaster could have truly occurred.

Meanwhile, inside the scent house, a group came out, led by Xia Zihe, along with Fang Mohan and Zhao Tai.

"This red sports car..." Zhao Tai murmured to himself.

Not just him, Fang Mohan also noticed and frowned instantly.

Meanwhile, Xia Zihe and the others were baffled, then burst into laughter.

"Haha, this Fang Yi is really too much; even heaven wants to take him down."

"Why didn’t they just kill him!"

"Hey! They hit the guard vehicle, now that’s going to be a good show!"

Not just them, even passing bystanders stopped to watch the intense collision. The alarming sound of the guard vehicle echoed, and it seemed evident to the onlookers that the person inside the red sports car must have been in an accident.

However, when everyone was in a state of uncertain shock, the door of the red sports car suddenly swung open, and a woman’s cursing voice erupted:

"Damn it, that was almost the end of me! Shit!"

Hearing this voice, everyone was stunned, especially Xia Zihe, who had been amused by the spectacle. His smile abruptly froze, and his expression turned exceedingly strange.

It wasn’t just them; Fang Mohan and Zhao Tai were taken aback as well.

"My older sister... she really is fierce," Fang Yi, surrounded by guards, muttered to himself, touching his chin.

Under the gaze of the onlookers, who seemed to expect a female celebrity to appear, Fang Yuying finally stepped out, a baseball bat in her right hand.

Fierceness didn’t need a reason; it only required confidence and presence. Outrageousness was just like Fang Yuying, who even dared to hold a baseball bat after colliding with a guard vehicle.

If one were to speak of authority and dominance, it would be none other than Fang Yuying.

Fang Yuying herself was a stunningly bold woman. Her entrance naturally attracted many admiring glances, but those glances were quickly retracted, intimidated by her fierce gaze.

Soon afterward, Fang Yuying, holding the baseball bat, walked towards Fang Yi. The middle-aged man and several guards, upon seeing this, were terrified because Fang Yuying’s aura was indeed frightening; her demeanor was obviously that of a female warrior.

Watching Fang Yuying approach, Fang Yi smiled, but this immediately drew her ire.

"Smiling, what’s there to smile about? If I hadn’t seen what happened, you probably would have ended up in jail." Fang Yuying was furious and agitated, almost pointing at Fang Yi’s nose.

Yet despite this, Fang Yi felt an inexplicable touch of warmth inside; no matter when or where, this woman was always so rough, yet she managed to reach deep into one’s heart, not with steel, but with gentleness.

"This... this lady..." The middle-aged man, seeing the situation going south, but aware of Fang Yuying’s unusual status, hurried over to cautiously broker peace.

Fang Yuying glanced at him coldly and said, "Give you a chance, release him immediately, or you can forget about your job here. Get lost tonight."

The middle-aged man was immediately petrified, his face all smiles, yet remarkably unnatural and forced.

"Fang Yuying!" A loud shout rang out, and Xia Zihe stepped forward from the crowd.

"You got a problem?" Fang Yuying glanced at him indifferently.

Xia Zihe raised his hand, a chopstick still inserted in his palm, and through gritted teeth, said, "This mess was caused by that kid. Are you trying to cover for him?"

Normally, Xia Zihe wouldn’t dare act this way; he knew of Fang Yuying’s reputation as the rouge tiger—best not to provoke her casually. But now, he felt justified, and with so many onlookers, he wasn’t about to swallow this insult.

Fang Yuying seemed to contemplate for a moment, silent, but then, after a while, she casually uttered two words: "Deserved it."

The scene fell silent; no one dared to speak, and Xia Zihe’s face turned exceedingly ugly.

First, he had been embarrassed by Fang Yi upstairs, and now, Fang Yuying humiliated him as well. One could only imagine the rage in Xia Zihe’s heart.

Fang Yuying didn’t care about Xia Zihe’s expression. Looking back at the middle-aged man, her smile sending chills down his spine.

The next moment, the middle-aged man, now frightened, exclaimed, "Release him, release him!"

Everyone knew the Fang surname; in Tianjing, who else but the Fangs could scare Xia Zihe? The middle-aged man, merely a minor official, would rather offend the lesser than the greater—a calculation of costs and benefits he could easily make.

Thus, not bothering to ask for compensation from the damage to the guard vehicle, the middle-aged man, with a few subordinates, quickly left the scene, fearing further trouble that he could not afford to provoke.