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As soon as Xiao Yefeng stepped outside, he felt the unsettling sensation of being watched. However, after scanning his surroundings and finding no one following him, he dared not let his guard down. Years of living on the edge had honed his instincts for danger, but he believed that the people in the Golden House Courtyard would not dare to act against him.
Xiao Yefeng called Manager Li, and sure enough, a car appeared at the third villa just as he hung up. This was the transportation provided for residents of the Golden House Courtyard. Of course, these vehicles were usually just for show; anyone who could afford to live here likely had their own means of transport. Yet, Xiao Yefeng was an exception.
The car sped toward the main hall while Xiao Yefeng looked around inside. As soon as they left, he noticed three cars trailing them at a distance, keeping a watchful eye on him. The road wasn't long, and soon enough, he spotted Manager Li and the female receptionist waiting to greet him.
After stepping out of the car, Xiao Yefeng was led through a side entrance into the office area. After some pleasantries, he handed over a hefty sum for his rent—two million for a month. Even with the current inflation rates, this was exorbitant. Xiao Yefeng had thought his savings would allow him to live comfortably in Huaxia, but after this payment, he realized that his funds would barely last two years.
In other words, all that remained in his possession were some foreign currencies tucked away in his backpack. This revelation left him astonished; after years of risking his life, he found that his earnings were only enough to cover two years' rent. Even if living here could enhance the fortunes of the women residing within its walls and indirectly benefit those connected to them, it hardly justified such steep costs.
This place was hardly suitable for living; it felt more like a money-sucking pit!
With a face full of indignation, Xiao Yefeng left the premises. From now on, he would be the only man to sign a two-year lease here. Despite his frustration over the rent, it was merely a reflection of his understanding of feng shui—a perspective not commonly shared among wealthy individuals who flocked to this place. Only someone like Xiao Yefeng would think this way.
Upon exiting the Golden House Courtyard, Xiao Yefeng hopped into a taxi that had just pulled up. The driver asked, "Where to, sir?"
"To the shopping center. I need to buy some clothes. And please drive quickly; otherwise, you might get into trouble," Xiao Yefeng replied with a slight smile as he caught sight of the driver in the rearview mirror.
"Don't worry; I used to be a professional racer when I was younger," the driver said confidently. Just as Xiao Yefeng settled into his seat, the driver slammed on the gas pedal, and the taxi shot off like a wild stallion down Bihui Road, which was lined with luxury cars.
Unfazed by their speed, Xiao Yefeng remarked, "Aren't you afraid of colliding with those cars? From what I know, most taxi drivers are quite cautious on Bihui Road!"
"Hmph! You think you're impressive? Just don't move around too much; at this speed, if something goes wrong, you'll be in serious trouble!" The driver's friendly demeanor vanished as he revealed a fierce expression through the rearview mirror.
As soon as Xiao Yefeng got into the car, he realized that the driver was no ordinary person. The driver's eyes were shaped like slanted triangles, with sharp corners resembling daggers. Through the rearview mirror, he spoke to Xiao Yefeng while observing him from the lower corner of his pupils, never making direct eye contact. From this alone, Xiao Yefeng could tell that the driver was not just an ordinary chauffeur. Although the driver's initial expression seemed friendly, the murderous intent leaking from the corners of his eyes was undeniable.
Ancient texts say: If a person has triangular eyes and sharp lower angles, the youth will surely face tragedy, bringing death to six relatives. In other words, those with such eye shapes tend to have volatile, feminine, and cruel personalities, capable of killing their own kin—one must be cautious.
"Hmph, are you a friend of Huang Qiang or what?" Xiao Yefeng feigned ignorance.
"I know you're looking for my flaws, but I believe someone who can knock Huang Qiang unconscious until now is definitely not an ordinary person and certainly not a fool. If you have the ability, go ahead and kill me; otherwise, just sit tight. When we arrive, someone will explain things to you," the driver said, glancing at Xiao Yefeng with a flicker of murderous intent in his eyes.
At this moment, Xiao Yefeng decided not to waste words. The current situation was already unacceptable; if something went wrong with the car's speed, both he and the driver would perish together. Acknowledging this reality, Xiao Yefeng sat quietly, curious to see how this Young Master from Huaxia differed from those in the West.
With a swift motion, the taxi executed a beautiful drift and drove straight into a dilapidated factory on the outskirts of Hangzhou. Just as the vehicle entered, a massive iron gate slammed shut behind them, clearly indicating a "shut the door on the dog" scenario. Seeing this scene made Xiao Yefeng want to commend these people; at least they were professional—this was certainly not their first time doing such a thing.
Suddenly, several powerful searchlights illuminated the taxi from all sides. At that moment, the driver had already bolted out of the car, leaving Xiao Yefeng alone inside.
"Kid, welcome to hell! Do you know? You are the eighteenth person to enter here!" A booming voice echoed from loudspeakers in the factory area. The speaker appeared within Xiao Yefeng's line of sight—a man on the second floor wearing a tank top and shorts with a buzz cut held a walkie-talkie.
"It’s been a long time since anyone offended Zhu the Young Master. Who was it again? Oh right! It was one of Zhu's classmates! Tsk tsk tsk! Just because he didn’t want to be Zhu's horse, he was beaten into an idiot! Tsk tsk tsk! How did you offend Zhu the Young Master?" The Brushhead Man sneered as he pulled out a baseball bat from a corner.
At this moment, with enemies lurking in the shadows, Xiao Yefeng dared not easily exit the taxi. However, he was already infuriated by Brushhead Man’s words. Zhu Ganglie was no good person; these lackeys were equally despicable for targeting an unarmed kid.
"Black Brother, this kid is..." At that moment, the driver rushed over to Brushhead Man and began explaining about Xiao Yefeng. Before long, Brushhead Man chuckled and said: "Oh wow! A good kid with solid roots! Too bad he offended someone he shouldn’t have. Brothers, let’s go for Zhu the Young Master! As long as we don’t kill him, it’ll be fine!"
With that, Brushhead Man raised his baseball bat and swung it toward the taxi's window. Inside the taxi, Xiao Yefeng heard shuffling footsteps outside but didn’t hear any sounds of locks being opened—clearly indicating that these people were just typical thugs. Peering through the window, he saw more than ten individuals armed with steel pipes and baseball bats rushing toward him. Confirming there were no firearms among them, Xiao Yefeng licked his lips and thought: It’s been a while since I’ve had a good brawl.
The Brushhead Man, also known as the Black Brother in the driver's words, took the lead and rushed to the side of Xiao Yefeng's car door, swinging his baseball bat to smash the window. Just then, Xiao Yefeng opened the car door and kicked it hard. The immense force bent the steel plate inside the taxi's rear door, and with momentum, the door slammed into the Brushhead Man's bat, shattering the window with a loud crash.
However, the broken glass did not scatter towards Xiao Yefeng as the Brushhead Man had anticipated. Instead, it fell to the ground, and the door swung outward with such force that it trapped the bat. The overwhelming power caused it to be knocked out of the Brushhead Man's hands, leaving him weaponless and face-to-face with Xiao Yefeng.
As the saying goes, a person may not fear a tiger's intent, but a tiger harbors harmful thoughts. Xiao Yefeng was not one to shy away from trouble. Now that these people were clearly sent by Zhu Ganglie to kill him, he would not hold back. With a swift kick, he flung the door open and charged out like a fierce tiger, lunging directly at the unarmed Brushhead Man.
Taking advantage of the Brushhead Man's momentary daze, Xiao Yefeng delivered a precise strike to his neck. Although the Brushhead Man was a thug raised by Zhu Ganglie, wielding a baseball bat or steel pipe indicated that these men were merely ordinary ruffians. Therefore, Xiao Yefeng held back sixty percent of his strength and struck with a hand chop that knocked the Brushhead Man unconscious. Meanwhile, the remaining thugs had yet to react; their bats and pipes crashed down on the taxi, rendering it completely wrecked. Even if it weren't totaled, it would require extensive repairs.
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