Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 463 - 464: One Hundred Thousand per Person

Chapter 463: Chapter 464: One Hundred Thousand per Person

"Fuck! It’s already hit 200, is this guy insane?"

The driver following Song Xiaodong’s car was gripping the steering wheel tight, eyes glued to the road ahead, not daring to wipe the sweat off his forehead. At such a speed, it was absolutely thrilling; his heart was pounding uncontrollably. It really felt like playing with death, and he desperately wanted to slow down and stop chasing.

The person in the passenger seat was also pale, leaning back, clasping the handle tight. The two in the back, who never thought about wearing their safety belts before, now buckled up tightly. At such speeds, any small mishap could mean total destruction, and they were truly frightened.

The people in the car behind felt the same, they really wanted to end this chase right there. It was just about beating someone up, why was the opponent driving like he was on a suicide mission?

"We’re slowing down, slowing down..." The drivers of the two trailing cars noticed that the Audi in front had reduced its speed, and they unconsciously slowed down as well, heaving a sigh of relief.

As the speed dropped to seventy or eighty, the people in the two cars felt as if they were reborn, like they had just crawled out of the gates of hell.

"Fuck, I guess that kid got scared too. Driving so fast, why didn’t he just crash and die."

"Exactly, goddamn it, once we catch that kid, I’m gonna beat him up severely. He scared the hell out of me."

"Fuck, this kid turned into a small road, block him quickly, he can’t escape this time."

Chasing on the main road had really scared them, but on the small road, they felt invigorated.

"Brother Dongzi, why are you turning onto a small road? They couldn’t catch us on the main road."

In just a moment, Feng Kexin experienced that extreme speed, her heart constantly up to her throat, but she couldn’t deny the thrill it gave her once they slowed down.

Unlike the other two cars, where the passengers were forced into this speed without any confidence from the driver, who was plenty scared himself, how could they not be afraid?

But for Feng Kexin, it was different; even as Song Xiaodong drove at that speed, he looked relaxed and was still talking to Feng Kexin. His casual and comfortable demeanor completely affected her, and amidst her nerves, she experienced intense excitement. After such a thrill, it wasn’t just fear that remained, but a sense of pleasure as well.

Song Xiaodong laughed and said, "These people don’t look like they’re here to kill us, but since they’re chasing us this tightly, we need to figure out what they want."

"Oh, I see," Feng Kexin relaxed a bit.

The small road was wide enough for two cars to drive side by side; Song Xiaodong didn’t have room to evade them, so the two cars easily trapped him by pulling in front and behind.

The moment the car stopped, eight men jumped out from the two cars, all looking extremely aggressive. One of the guys came over and kicked the car door hard, shouting, "Fuck, get out of the car now!"

"Get out quickly. I’m going to kill you today."

Several men surrounded the car and began kicking it.

Feng Kexin looked at the aggressive men, sweating palms, and asked, "Brother Dongzi, what should we do? There are so many of them?"

"Don’t worry. Although there are many of them, they are still not as good as the assassin who tried to kill you yesterday. No matter how many they are, it won’t make a difference. Just stay in the car, and don’t move. I’ll go handle them."

Song Xiaodong unlocked the door, then suddenly pushed it open. The two guys standing by the door were caught off-guard and were knocked flying by the door, tumbling on the ground.

Song Xiaodong leisurely got out of the car door, took a cigarette and placed it in his mouth, scanned the crowd, and said, "You, you, and you, you guys just kicked my car. One hundred thousand each, pay up now."

The group was stunned for a moment, then stared at Song Xiaodong as if he were a monster. One of them burst out laughing and said, "Kid, are you freaking stupid? We’re here to deal with you, and you still think about asking us for money? Go back and ask your grandma for it."

"So, you’re not paying?"

"Bullshit, to hell with paying! Beat him up!"

These guys had already been simmering with anger, and now that Song Xiaodong was still asking them for money, they became even more furious and rushed at him, swinging their fists.

These people were just some petty thugs, posing no threat whatsoever in front of Song Xiaodong. Song Xiaodong didn’t waste words anymore. He lunged forward, punching and kicking. Within less than a minute, he had knocked all eight down like dominoes. Song Xiaodong then sat on the back of the guy on top, lit his cigarette, took a puff, and asked, "Will you pay now?"

At that moment, the eight of them were whimpering, terrified out of their wits. No wonder he was so arrogant—he really was capable. They had really kicked the iron plate this time.

"Buddy... we were just following orders. You’ve messed with someone you shouldn’t have; it’s not like we wanted to offend you."

The one on top, who could still speak, hurriedly explained carefully.

"Is that so? Then tell me, who sent you?"

"Su Yawei, the son of Vice Mayor Su. You must have heard of him. You’d better let us go. Messing with the son of Vice Mayor Su, you are definitely in big trouble."

"I don’t care about Su Yawei or Su the Mute. You’ve messed with Laozi, and now you’ve kicked my car, so pay up. Or did you think I wouldn’t dare do anything to you?" said Song Xiaodong as he kicked a guy’s ribs below him, causing him to scream like a butchered pig.

"Are you going to pay?" Song Xiaodong asked again.

"Big brother, it’s not us who want to mess with you. If it’s about money, then you should go ask Su Yawei."

"Ask him, huh? Fine, give me his phone number."

Song Xiaodong directly called Su Yawei using the phone that had Su Yawei’s number.

"Have you dealt with that kid?" Su Yawei asked as soon as the call connected.

Song Xiaodong went straight to the point: "Su Yawei, pay up now."

"What?" Su Yawei’s tone was clearly annoyed.

"Your goons dared to kick my car. One hundred thousand each. There are eight of them here, that’s eight hundred thousand in total. Pay up quickly."

"You... you are Song Xiaodong?" Su Yawei finally came to his senses.

"No more nonsense, get the money. I don’t have time to waste words with you."

Su Yawei let out a cold laugh and said arrogantly, "Kid, you’ve really got guts, asking me for money. Do you know who I am?"