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Chapter 1177 - 810 Parade through the streets as a show to the public_2

Chapter 1177: 810 Parade through the streets as a show to the public_2

Bai Haoran is a typical example.

If it weren’t for Jiang Chen, he would still be the billiard hall owner who hobnobs with rich young masters; how could he, like now, be mingling with the He Family and calling the shots in Haojiang.

Of course.

It wasn’t by whim that Jiang Chen pushed him to these heights step by step.

The story of the farmer and the snake is always unfolding.

And Bai Haoran is a man who knows gratitude.

This point is very important.

Without mentioning the saying that if the lord commands, the subject must obey, at the very least, Bai Haoran would definitely not hesitate to go through fire and water for him.

Jiang Chen is well aware of this.

This is also why Bai Haoran, without receiving an order, took the initiative to bring people to Gangcheng.

"Young Master Jiang, is there any progress regarding the attack on Miss Pei?"

Having been abroad together, Bai Haoran naturally understood his benefactor’s relationship with that top actress.

"Great progress,"

Jiang Chen said with a smile: "Before you arrived, we just visited the police station and have closed the case. The black perpetrator was apprehended, only to be a corpse, dead from a drug overdose."

"A very clumsy attempt at murder to seal lips. Mr. Jiang, this case cannot be disassociated from the Xiang Family."

Bai Haoran spoke bluntly.

Once, the Xiang Family was like an insurmountable mountain that existed only in his imagination.

But that was only once.

The world is so unpredictable.

"Evidence speaks when allegations are made." Jiang Chen chuckled: "You suspect the Xiang Family; do you have evidence?"

"Evidence can be sought."

Jiang Chen’s tone was relaxed, "Miss He asked you to come over; is she expecting you to go to war with the Xiang Family? We live in a harmonious society. You shouldn’t really think of yourself as part of the underworld."

Bai Haoran replied calmly, "It’s just about seeking justice for Miss Pei."

Seeking justice.

How casually said.

But that is the Xiang Family.

If a real conflict ensues, it might not be as simple as one or two people dying; it might even affect the balance between two regions.

Jiang Chen smiled without a word, and after a while, he said leisurely: "On behalf of Yun Xi, I thank you, but we should not involve others in our own affairs unless it is absolutely necessary. You now need to be aware of your status, and can’t act rashly. Every move you make should consider the implications it may bring."

Bai Haoran of today, of course, understood the underlying meaning of the other’s words.

He looked at the calm-faced Jiang Chen.

Young Master Jiang only said try not to trouble others, without ever mentioning swallowing the insult.

Obviously.

Young Master Jiang has his own plans.

"I understand."

The once kind-hearted Jiang Chen, who even preached turning the other cheek, quietly patted his shoulder.

Indeed.

The clouds and the dogs.

Things are changing every moment.

People do, too.

Perhaps even Jiang Chen himself did not realize that the once pure and good-natured self, who advocated less trouble, has gone and never returned.

The martial arts gym.

"Bang bang bang..."

Full in gear with a headguard and boxing gloves, Xiang Shang swung fists like rain, pummeling the gym coach into the corner of the ring with no chance to fight back.

"Crack!"

With one final whip kick, he put an end to the spar. The gym coach, unbalanced, fell onto the ring, lying there gasping for air, exhausted.

Xiang Shang, his muscles pumped, removed his headguard, his expression triumphant. He wiped off sweat, gracefully extended a hand, and helped the other up.

"Crown Prince, your progress is simply too rapid; I’m no longer your match," said the battle-hardened coach, who had won countless awards, gasping for air.

"You let me win, didn’t you?"

Xiang Shang didn’t seem overly arrogant,

"No, really, I couldn’t beat you,"

the gym coach immediately gasped out in denial.

Xiang Shang grinned, aware of the flattery but still unable to suppress a proud smile, he patted the coach’s arm and then turned, hopping off the ring.

Although he’s also considered an artist, he never goes to places like beauty salons.

The thing he hates the most are effeminate pretty boys.

Thus, in his leisure time, he loves manly sports like boxing and fighting, having even participated in quite a few offline competitions.

An impressive track record, undefeated.

After showering and changing clothes, the refreshed Xiang Family Crown Prince took the elevator downstairs, accompanied by the respectful martial arts gym staff.

The ring of a phone call.

Xiang Shang pulled out his cell phone.

"Young Master Xiang, the matter has been resolved, and the police have decided to close the case."

"Hmm, well done."

Xiang Shang exited the building, talking on the phone and fumbling for his keys.

Because he couldn’t be bothered to park in the underground garage, he often left his vehicle parked haphazardly by the roadside.

After all, he didn’t need to worry about anyone ticketing him.

"Beep beep..."

The globally limited edition Lamborghini Reventon’s headlights flashed, like a sleeping beast shielding its eyes.

Xiang Shang hung up the call, pulled the scissor door open, and was about to get into the car, when suddenly...

"Vroom...!"

The dull roar of a powerful engine approached from far to near.

At a breakneck speed.

Xiang Shang instinctively turned his head, only to see a red motorcycle hurtling towards him.

Straddling the eye-catching bike was a woman.

The woman was dressed in a tight leather jacket, wearing a helmet, tall and curvaceous, her golden hair flying wildly due to the high speed.

Wearing a helmet, Xiang Shang could not see her face, but he saw underneath the helmet a pair of lifeless eyes.

In that brief moment of eye contact, the distance between them rapidly closed.

As if blind to the Reventon parked on the roadside, the motorcycle, scoffing at speed regulations, did not show any sign of slowing down.

Xiang Shang’s mind went blank, completely forgetting to react.

"Vroom...!"

Like a scene out of a blockbuster film.

The speeding motorcycle abruptly reared up, executing a dangerously breathtaking maneuver, riding onto the engine hood of the road-blocking Reventon!

"Bang bang bang..."

The windshield cracked inch by inch.

Xiang Shang’s pupils dilated involuntarily, and he instinctively looked up.

The motorcycle was already atop the Reventon’s roof.

"Whoosh..."

In a flash, a lasso was thrown over, precisely entangling Xiang Shang’s neck.

Xiang Shang was stunned, not having time to react before the motorcycle rolled over the Reventon and thunderously landed.

And then.

"Shh!"

Along with a tremendous pull, the lasso suddenly tightened, and Xiang Shang, strangled and choking, instinctively grabbed at the rope around his neck.

But it was too late.

The motorcycle showed no intention of slowing down; after landing, it continued thundering forward.

The strong momentum transferred to the rope, and the Crown Prince of Xiang Family, like a ensnared beast, instantly lost his balance and crashed to the ground.

But that wasn’t the key point.

Thereafter.

The dragged Crown Prince could not control his spiraling on the road.

Thus, an inconceivable spectacle unfolded on the streets of Gangcheng.

A motorcycle dragging a person rushed past the street, leaving many bystanders too stunned to react before the motorcycle had already sped away.

A modern version of a public shaming parade?

Xiang Shang didn’t lack the will to struggle; he was simply powerless, as severe friction caused his clothes and pants to tear, followed by his skin.

His expression morphed from confusion, to shock, to anger, and then to pain.

Xiang Shang’s body was covered in cuts and gashes, but the motorcycle showed no sign of stopping.

Undoubtedly.

This Crown Prince of Xiang Family probably had never had such a "cool" experience in his life.

The motorcycle dragged Xiang Shang who knows how far, causing heads to turn everywhere, until it finally stopped after drifting and fishtailing in Victoria Bay.

Meanwhile.

Xiang Shang, nearly unconscious from being dragged, felt an irresistible force on his neck which spread through his body, catapulting him into the air in an instant.

"Boom!"

Water splashed everywhere.

Nearby Victoria Bay, many tourists witnessed this scene and were left dumbfounded.

The innate human instinct to survive overcame the pain-induced near-faint state.

"Save, save me..."

Xiang Shang, jolted awake by the shock, flailed about in the water.

No one is unafraid of death.

The more prominent the person, the more pronounced the fear.

After pausing briefly, the motorcycle elegantly turned around and, as if nothing had happened, disappeared into the distance.

Leaving behind the Crown Prince of Xiang Family calling for help, and a stunned crowd.