The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 107 - I’ll hit you if you don’t stop the car_1

Chapter 107: Chapter 107 - I’ll hit you if you don’t stop the car_1

The middle-aged man was hit twice in succession, feeling a bout of dizziness as he sank to the ground.

He saw the fresh blood dripping from his palm and began to roar, "Ah ... boy, you ... you’re fucking asking for death!"

"What’s going on?"

"Damn, another fight? Everyone’s fucking hot-headed lately!"

"Damn, it’s a rich guy! That luxury car can’t be cheap can it? The windshield’s completely shattered, such a pity."

The market’s peak hours are in the morning, but there are still quite a number of people in the afternoon. Some who are busy at work, or had something delaying them, will come in the afternoon to buy groceries, though they are not as fresh.

Witnessing a fight, especially when one party is a well-dressed magnate driving a luxury car, drew the attention of passersby. There weren’t many who dared to pick a fight with someone so well-off!

"Screech... screech..."

Soon, two minivans drove over.

After stopping, burly men climbed out of the vehicles, each holding various types of tools.

This group of people, some wearing vests, some shirtless, some even wearing safety helmets, looked like construction workers. It seemed like they had come straight from a worksite.

As soon as they got off the van, they flocked around the luxury car.

Seeing his boss sitting on the ground, the leader of these rough men looked surprised and asked: "Boss, what’s going on? Who dared to hit you?"

"Damn ..." the boss stood up immediately upon seeing his henchmen arriving, and, pointing at Zhang Xian, angrily commanded: "It’s that kid, beat him to near death for me, I’ll take the blame."

The leading middle-aged man turned his head, gave Zhang Xian a once-over, and roared loudly as he swung a wooden stick toward Zhang Xian’s head with a savage force.

Despite his worker’s attire, he was throwing punches like a street brawler.

"Get out of the way." Zhang Xian lifted his foot and kicked the leader, sending him flying several meters away.

Seeing that these were merely hard-working construction workers, he didn’t initially want to fight. What surprised him was that these fools were so damn aggressive, ready to attack without a word.

"Brothers, get him..."

"Damn, you dare to resist?"

Seeing their leader kicked away, the other workers, holding wrenches and wooden planks, charged savagely at Zhang Xian.

"You brought this on yourselves," Zhang Xian retorted, holding his ground and fighting back fiercely.

More than a dozen laborers looked rather formidable as they charged, but to him, they were merely a mob. They barely served as a warm-up for him.

"Damn, that guy’s impressive!"

"Fuck, he’s definitely some expert, effortlessly dealing with a dozen men."

Onlookers, who didn’t feel any sympathy for the rich man, were worried about Zhang Xian. Contrary to their expectations, Zhang Xian seemed to be holding his own pretty well against more than a dozen opponents.

In less than two minutes, more than a dozen laborers were already lying on the ground, wailing in pain. This was a surprise to everyone.

"Damn, what’s going on?" The boss was also visibly shocked.

The people he called upon seemed to be skilled fighters and, being construction workers, they had strength to boot. So why were they so easily defeated by some kid today?

"Seems like your force isn’t much. If this is all you’ve got, I have to say, you’re pitifully weak." Zhang Xian walked up to the boss, patted his cheek, and said: "We all remember what happened three years ago. You also should. This cannot be brushed off. Your car’s pretty expensive, right? Well, from today onwards, it’s no longer yours."

"You..." The boss was so pissed he was almost choking.

"What?" Zhang Xian’s face turned icy, "What, are you fucking asking for a taste of my punch?"

"You... what are you going to do?" The boss retreated, scared out of his wits.

He had never expected that this unremarkable-looking kid in front of him to be so aggressive a fighter. Moreover, this kid was a hard one to deal with, seriously hard.

"Guess you should know better than to show off now." Zhang Xian said with a smirk, "I’ll take the car first. We will handle the paperwork later."

Seeing Zhang Xian about to get into his luxury car, the boss was quite anxious. However, given how powerful Zhang Xian was, he didn’t dare to fart let alone intervene, standing there, his frustration palpable.

Damn it, what’s going on today? Since when did Tiandu have somebody this impressive?

After getting into the luxury car, Zhang Xian kicked out the broken windshield, then turned to Dong Qian and said: "Qianqian, you drive your Bentley."

"Ok, I’ll follow you." Dong Qian nodded, ran to the nearby Bentley, and got in.

Zhu Qing wanted to sit with Zhang Xian, but finding the boss repulsive, she opted not to sit in the luxury car. Instead, she, Li Peichi, and Mama Fong climbed into the white Bentley.

This spectacle left the crowd stunned.

Holy shit, it turned out these guys were also insanely rich! That Bentley was worth at least three or four million at the very least, wasn’t it? It was much more impressive than the luxury car.

"Oh dear..." The boss began to sweat profusely, wondering if he had offended some big shot. Although he drove a luxuriously expensive car, it clearly wasn’t as impressive as their Bentley.

Fuck, the people who can afford a Bentley can’t be ordinary, right? And they were all young, too.

...

When Zhang Xian and the others arrived home, after the commotion by the entrance of the market, it was already three in the afternoon. Mama Fong started preparing dinner.

Well, there were several guests in the house, and all of them were important, so she had to entertain them well.

"Ha, today was really fun!" Zhu Qing sat on the couch, laughing merrily, "Zhang Xian, you performed well today. You finally helped Father Fong vent a bit of his frustration; that shop owner deserved what he got."

Dong Qian also gave Zhang Xian a thumbs up, "I feel that as long as Brother Zhang Xian is around, none of us need to worry about being bullied."

Li Peichi didn’t say anything, but surprisingly, she didn’t belittle or despise Zhang Xian either.

She always felt that Zhang Xian was too naughty, always dabbling in many things, never focusing on one. But after spending some time with him, she felt that Zhang Xian was pretty good.

At least, this guy had a good heart and wouldn’t hesitate to stand up for justice, contributing to society in his small way.

"Of course, I’ve always been awesome." Zhang Xian chuckled.

Zhu Qing rolled her eyes and aimed a disdainful glance at Zhang Xian, "Hey, we were just giving you a little compliment, must you flaunt it so much? You must continue to strive."

"Exactly..." Li Peichi looked up at Zhang Xian, "Don’t open a dye shop with just a few colors given to you."

Dong Qian didn’t say anything, but her gaze was full of tenderness as she looked at Zhang Xian. Oh gosh! Her man was so great, she was worried about how she could hold onto him.

Moreover, there were already several beauties around Zhang Xian. She wondered whether they would ignite sparks with Zhang Xian, not to mention he could meet more beauties in the future.

"Dingling..."

At this moment, a cell phone started ringing.

Zhang Xian took out his cell phone, saw that it was Mo Shaoyun, hesitated for a moment and then picked up, "Shaoyun, do you need something?"

"I was wondering. Yao Shuai just had someone send me an invitation. Are you available?"

"What? Do you want me to accompany you?" Zhang Xian asked with a laugh.

"I didn’t think of that. But both our names are on this invitation, so it seems you have to go too."

"Really? Why didn’t he send one to me?"

"Maybe he has other intentions."

"Damn, that bastard really isn’t human! He wants me to go but only mentions me as an afterthought on your invitation, not even giving me one. It seems he’s planning something against me!" Zhang Xian’s mouth spasms a few times, "Fine, tell me the time, I’ll accompany you. Let’s see what he’s up to. How dare he disrespect me by not sending an invitation!"

"It’s tonight, you should be free."

"Of course, I’ll find time even if I’m not. I’m curious about what this bastard is up to."

...

In the evening, after having dinner, Zhang Xian drove his Bentley out the door.

Dong Qian and Zhu Qing wanted to go too, but he didn’t agree as he anticipated trouble. He could protect one but not three, in case anything unexpected happened.

Driving at high speed, the Bentley finally stopped in front of a small community.

On the roadside, Mo Shaoyun, dressed in a black dress, was quietly waiting. Under the lamplight, she looked like a pure fairy.

As Zhang Xian approached, she was about to get into the car.

"Boom..." Suddenly, a motorcycle zoomed past, barely grazing Mo Shaoyun’s body at a speed easily over 50 mph.

Caught off guard, Mo Shaoyun was startled and almost fell to the ground. It was unclear if she was also scratched.

Zhang Xian had just stepped out of the car. Seeing what had happened, he rushed over and caught Mo Shaoyun, "Shaoyun, are you okay?"

"Huff..." Mo Shaoyun took a deep breath, calming her nerves, and then shook her head, "I’m fine."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xian sighed in relief. He turned his gaze in the direction where the motorcycle had sped off. That guy was audacious, not only dangerous driving but he also failed to slow down after nearly hitting someone.

"That..." Mo Shaoyun looked at Zhang Xian, "Your hand."

Zhang Xian was taken aback, realizing that his hand was resting on something soft. He squeezed it and quickly let go. He was no longer the naive young man from the mountains.

"Let’s get in the car!" Mo Shaoyun’s face flashed a slight blush, she lowered her head, opened the door and sat in the passenger seat of the Bentley.

After Zhang Xian got into the Bentley, he asked Mo Shaoyun to fasten her seatbelt. Then he stepped on the accelerator, the Bentley roared off like a tiger, reaching over 60 mph in just a few seconds.

"Um... what are you doing?" Mo Shaoyun held the handgrip, nervously asking.

"That guy nearly hit you and didn’t even stop to apologize. He thinks he can get away with that?" Zhang Xian smirked, "Let’s see how I catch him."

"No... there’s no need to." Mo Shaoyun didn’t expect Zhang Xian to take such a petty incident seriously.

At the same time, her calm heart started to ripple with waves of enchantment. What could be more satisfying to a woman than the man she likes refusing to see her get wronged?

"Hey, prick! Pull over!" Zhang Xian quickly caught up with the speeding motorcycle with his Bentley. "If you refuse to listen, I’ll fucking run you over."