Chapter 53: What Does It Mean to Be a Second Generation?

Chapter 053: What Does It Mean to Be a Second Generation?

“I can’t believe this. Where did this country bumpkin crawl out from? Claiming that a Toyota Prado has a high safety rating—”

Catching Chu Fei’s signal, Lan Youyou immediately stepped forward, her first words crude and arrogant, her nose practically pointed at the sky. In terms of arrogance, even ten Xia Hui couldn’t compete with Miss Lan—she was in a league of her own.

“What did you say?” Xia Hui’s face darkened. Miss Lan’s words were a direct insult; even a fool could hear it.

But Lan Youyou couldn’t be bothered to pay Xia Hui any mind. She turned away with a haughty shout, “Da Huang, get over here, now.”

Da Huang?

Not just Xia Hui was startled—even Chu Fei, standing behind, was baffled. That name sounded more like a dog’s than a person’s. Only Xiao Mimi seemed delighted, watching the scene with a beaming, excited face.

While everyone was still confused, the sharply dressed man who had been accompanying Xia Hui and his group hurried over to Lan Youyou’s side, bowing so low he resembled a lapdog. “Miss Lan, what can I do for you?”

Xia Hui’s expression shifted dramatically, disbelief flooding his face as he looked at the man bowing before Lan Youyou. He knew exactly who this man was—though only the manager of this showroom, even his own father would have to show respect because this was the Luxury Car Exchange.

Lan Youyou cast a sidelong glance at Xia Hui and his friends before curling her lip. “Is the Hummer I ordered here yet?”

“It arrived around noon,” the man replied eagerly, his smile never fading.

“Bring it over now. And while you’re at it, drive that so-called Toyota Prado over too,” Lan Youyou commanded, her tone imperial.

“Yes, Miss Lan, right away!” Manager Huang dashed off without another word.

In less than two minutes, the roar of engines echoed; two imposing SUVs pulled up. One was the Hummer H2 that Lan Youyou favored, and the other a white Toyota Prado.

“You, drive that Toyota and ram it straight at me!” she barked at Manager Huang before leaping into the Hummer, revving it and reversing at full throttle until she’d put dozens of meters between herself and the Prado.

“Huh?” Manager Huang paled but didn’t argue. Gritting his teeth, he obediently climbed into the Toyota and reversed as well.

The next moment, both massive vehicles charged at each other.

With a thunderous crash, the Toyota was sent flying more than ten meters before it barely managed to stop. The bumper was gone and the entire front end was crushed in—practically totaled. By contrast, although the Hummer’s bumper was bent, the front remained essentially intact.

Lan Youyou leapt neatly out of the Hummer, casting a disdainful glance at Xia Hui and his friends. “Ignorance is dangerous. See now, you Japan-worshipping fools? That’s your so-called safety rating? You don’t know a damn thing.”

Xia Hui and his friends turned ashen, but none dared utter a word. Manager Huang’s submissive attitude toward Lan Youyou had cowed them, leaving them to wonder just who this girl really was.

At that moment, Manager Huang, a trace of blood oozing from his forehead, climbed out of the battered Prado. He hadn’t dared to floor the accelerator during the collision, and so had come out with only minor injuries. But he ignored his wounds, still wearing a sycophantic smile as he approached Lan Youyou. “Miss Lan, should I do it again?”

“Do it again? You’ll end up dead if you try. Are you tired of living?” Lan Youyou snapped irritably.

Manager Huang could only force a bitter smile, voicing no complaints.

Suddenly, Lan Youyou turned her sharp tongue on a group of young onlookers not far away. “Bai Mingliang, you idiot, have you seen enough? If you have, get over here!”

The leader, a clean-cut young man, scampered over eagerly. “Sister Youyou, what can I do for you?”

“These bastards have ruined my mood. Slap each of them twenty times and throw them out. Miss a single slap and I’ll double it on you,” Lan Youyou declared, glaring down at the now deathly pale Xia Hui and his group, her expression haughty and domineering. How dare they mess with her master—clearly, they had a death wish.

“Right away, Sister Youyou, just watch,” Bai Mingliang replied, nodding and beckoning to his followers. “What are you all standing around for? Get over here and do your job!”

With that, he strode toward Xia Hui and his friends, a sinister smile on his lips.

“Master Bai?” Xia Hui and his entourage were now completely drained of color, retreating instinctively as Bai Mingliang and his men approached, their eyes full of terror.

“What’s this? Trying to run?” Bai Mingliang frowned.

Instantly, the group stopped in their tracks, looking increasingly miserable as Bai Mingliang drew closer, but none dared take another step back.

“Master Bai, we know we were wrong. Please, let us go today?” Xia Hui’s face was ashen, his voice pleading. He didn’t know who that wild, lawless tomboy was, but he did know Bai Mingliang’s reputation—one of the top three most notorious playboys in Kun City, and by far the most ruthless. Not even his own father would dare challenge him.

Even among the scions of privilege, there were ranks—and Xia Hui’s group were nowhere near Bai Mingliang’s level.

“Well, if you know who I am, all the better. Remember, when I start, don’t resist. If you do, I’ll beat you to death,” Bai Mingliang said with an icy smile. He stepped up to Xia Hui and slapped him without warning.

The slap sent Xia Hui staggering, nearly to the ground, but he dared not fight back, or even try to dodge.

“Sister Youyou, was that hard enough? If not, I can jump for the next one,” Bai Mingliang called out.

“Stop disgusting me and keep going!” Lan Youyou snapped.

“Of course, I wouldn’t dare stop!” Bai Mingliang replied obsequiously, immediately resuming the beating. In no time, Xia Hui’s face was swollen and his lips split.

“Don’t just stand there, you idiots! Are you trying to kill me from exhaustion?” Bai Mingliang shouted at his own followers between blows.

With a clatter, the young men eagerly rushed at Jiang Kai and the rest.

“That’s enough,” Chu Fei interjected with a frown. He’d intended for Lan Youyou to teach Jiang Kai and his cronies a lesson, but hadn’t expected things to get so out of hand.

For the first time, he realized his newly accepted female disciple was more ruthless than he’d imagined—and her background was even more intimidating. Even he found himself shaken.

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For Chu Fei and his two companions, the incident at the Luxury Car Exchange was just a minor episode.

Xiao Mimi ended up choosing a striking blue custom Audi R8. When it came time to pay—

“Da Huang, deduct the cost from my pocket money. That’s fine, right?” Lan Youyou said to Manager Huang.

“No problem at all, Miss Lan!” Manager Huang nodded swiftly.

Only then did Chu Fei realize that the Luxury Car Exchange actually belonged to Lan Youyou’s family. No wonder she’d dared to stage such a wild crash demonstration.

Then, Xiao Mimi insisted on buying Chu Fei the same model Audi, claiming he looked incredibly handsome driving one. Chu Fei refused—after all, as a supposed small-time company employee, it would be asking for trouble to drive a car worth millions.

After accompanying the two girls for a Western meal, Chu Fei made an excuse to slip away and hailed a taxi back to his apartment.

Passing the apartment building where Chen Xiaoman lived, Chu Fei hesitated, unsure whether to go up. What he’d seen today with Jiang Kai and Shen Yu left him worried—there were clearly issues between Chen Xiaoman and Jiang Kai, and Chu Fei was concerned she might be badly affected.

“Hm?”

As he hesitated, Chu Fei suddenly turned around. In the darkness, a pair of cold eyes stared at him like a venomous snake, making him deeply uneasy.

Chu Fei walked into a nearby alleyway.

“You’re braver than I expected.”

A cold voice sounded ahead as a thin, middle-aged man stepped out of the shadows. It was Fang Tao, Liu Ping’s personal bodyguard. At the same time, two men in black appeared behind Chu Fei, their auras icy and their eyes fixed on him, blocking his escape.

“Did Liu Ping send you?” Chu Fei immediately understood the situation, but asked anyway.

“The boss isn’t sure if you’re the killer, but you’re the prime suspect, so…” Fang Tao replied simply, advancing slowly on Chu Fei. His aura grew more oppressive with each step; once it peaked, he would strike with deadly force. He had no confidence he could kill Chu Fei, but after Liu Ping had saved him from the brink of death in Mount Heng, he’d sworn to repay that debt with his life.

“So Liu Ping wants you to kill me?” Chu Fei narrowed his eyes, sensing Fang Tao’s murderous intent. “You really think you have what it takes?”

“You never know until you try,” Fang Tao replied, lunging at Chu Fei like a beast descending the mountain—fast, fierce, and exuding lethal intent.

A flash of cold light gleamed from Fang Tao’s hand—the glint of a blade slicing through the darkness, aimed straight at Chu Fei’s throat.

Clean, decisive—a strike meant to kill.

Yet as Fang Tao attacked, Chu Fei’s footwork shifted subtly, just enough to dodge the blade. In the same instant, his right hand shot out, locking onto Fang Tao’s throat. Stepping forward, Chu Fei pinned him against the alley wall.

It all happened in the blink of an eye—less than two seconds from Fang Tao’s charge to his defeat.

“Nice dagger,” Chu Fei remarked, holding a black willow-leaf shaped blade, only faintly reflective. The blade was short, without a handle—a true assassin’s weapon. Even Chu Fei had felt a moment of danger, proof of Fang Tao’s dedication to his craft.

Fang Tao looked at Chu Fei with bitter resignation. He’d known Chu Fei was strong, but not this strong. He’d thought that even if he couldn’t kill Chu Fei, he could at least wound him, giving his comrades a chance. Now he realized how laughable that hope had been—he hadn’t even had the chance to resist.

“If I were you, I’d put those pistols down right now,” Chu Fei said coldly, glancing over his shoulder at the two men in black, who were both aiming handguns at him—though they hadn’t yet had time to fire.