The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 140 Are You a Human or a Ghost?_1

Chapter 140: Chapter 140 Are You a Human or a Ghost?_1

"Stop the car!"

Ning Fan, once again infused with Spiritual Power, let out another thunderous shout.

The sound pierced through the glass of both vehicles, exploding directly inside the head of the dump truck driver.

"Damn it! Has the incident been exposed?"

In his panic, the dump truck driver glanced at the white sedan driving parallel to his own.

In comparison to the massive dump truck, the white sedan was much smaller, and not nearly as sturdily built.

The dump truck driver suddenly felt a surge of malice.

He violently turned the steering wheel, and the huge body of the dump truck lurched towards the white sedan!

Bang!

Before the dump truck, the white sedan was like a paper toy car, instantly crushed and deformed, rolling to the side of the road, turning into a pile of scrap metal.

"Haha! Damn bastard, you’re asking for it! Don’t blame me!"

The dump truck driver cackled, ready to continue driving.

Bang!

Suddenly, a muffled thud came from above the cab.

"Huh?"

The dump truck driver was startled and looked up.

The next second, in his horrified gaze, the steel roof burst open with a roar, and a figure descended from the sky, landing in the passenger seat.

It was Ning Fan.

Just as the dump truck flipped the white sedan, Ning Fan had erupted with Spiritual Power from inside his own vehicle, shooting up into the air and landing atop the dump truck’s roof.

"You, you, what the hell are you?" the dump truck driver screamed in terror.

"What, feeling guilty after doing something wrong, now seeing everyone as a ghost?" Ning Fan said coldly.

"Get the hell out!" the dump truck driver shouted ferociously.

"Stop the car, come clean, was it you who hit that Maserati three hours ago?" Ning Fan said.

"Stop your mother’s car! Die!"

By now, the dump truck driver was sure that his traffic accident cover-up had been blown. His heart hardened, one hand gripping the steering wheel, the other grabbing a long-handled socket wrench beside the driver’s seat, and he swung it fiercely at Ning Fan’s head.

Ning Fan did not dodge or block, letting the steel socket wrench strike his own head.

Clang!

The steel socket wrench instantly bent into a zigzag shape.

Yet, Ning Fan was as if nothing had happened.

"You... what exactly are you, human or ghost?" the dump truck driver yelled in disbelief.

Ning Fan said coldly, "I’ll ask you one more time, was it you who hit that red Maserati? If you don’t confess now, I’ll turn you into a ghost!"

"Go to hell!"

The dump truck driver was also ruthless. He was wearing his seatbelt and noticed Ning Fan was not, so he viciously turned the steering wheel, and the dump truck suddenly charged out of the freeway.

Boom!

The dozen-meter-long dump truck burst out of the freeway, crashed into the roadside forest, breaking several large trees, and stopped with smoke billowing from it.

Thanks to his seatbelt, the dump truck driver only suffered minor injuries, but Ning Fan, who had not buckled up, would either be thrown from the vehicle or killed on impact!

The dump truck driver sinisterly looked towards the passenger seat, "Heh heh, kid, you’re still too green to fight with me... What?"

He didn’t finish his sentence and his face filled with terror. The unbuckled Ning Fan was still sitting in the passenger seat, unharmed, as if nothing had happened.

Ning Fan reached out and grabbed the dump truck driver’s neck, "I’ll give you one last chance, tell me everything honestly, or I’ll strangle you to death right now!"

Crack, crack, crack...

Ning Fan’s grip grew stronger, and the driver’s neck began making a series of bone-grating sounds.

Gasp... Gasp... Gasp...

The dump truck driver was on the verge of suffocation when he desperately used his last bit of strength to say, "I’ll talk... I’ll tell you everything..."

"I was instructed by someone..."

"That person wired money to my bank card... told me to create a traffic accident and hit someone..."

"But I’ve never seen that person before... I didn’t know him in the past either..."

The dump truck driver did not dare to hide anything further and told everything, even pulling out his phone and saying, "Look, the person who contacted me is this number..."

Ning Fan took the dump truck driver’s phone and called back the number, but was informed that the other party had turned off their phone.

"Open your mobile banking app," Ning Fan demanded coldly.

Trembling with fear, the dump truck driver opened his mobile banking app.

Looking at it, Ning Fan saw that there had been two deposits into the dump truck driver’s account: one for two million, and another for three million, both incoming from a Wang Guanxi!

"Good! Wang Guanxi!"

Ning Fan’s voice was chilling as he glared at the dump truck driver with murderous intent, "Now drive this thing back to River City. We’re going to find Wang Guanxi."

"But... big brother, the truck can’t move now," the dump truck driver said.

It turned out that the dump truck had just charged off the freeway and was now stuck in the roadside forest.

"Hold the steering wheel tight."

After Ning Fan said that, he jumped out of the truck, walked to the rear of the dump truck, and pushed hard.

Rumble, rumble, rumble...

The dump truck, over a dozen meters long and weighing several tons, was forcibly pushed by Ning Fan from the roadside forest back onto the freeway!

"You... you... are you a human... or a ghost..."

The dump truck driver, watching Ning Fan return to the cab, was so startled he could barely speak.