Chapter 72: Don’t Hit The Minivan…

Chapter 72: Don’t Hit The Minivan…

Translator: AstralGhost Editor: Kurisu

"What? 500,000?!"

Wang Yong leaped up from his seat in disbelief.

"Hmph! Did you think it would still be the same as 20 years ago? In the past, if you gave me 50,000, I would even kill the target for you," Zhou Bin took another sip of red wine unhurriedly as he replied in a bland tone.

"But… this, isn’t it still too expensive?"

Wang Yong was unable to accept it. The old man had not passed the company to him yet! 500,000 yuan was pretty much half a year’s worth of his pocket money!

"If the price is not steep, how would I have any spare time for myself with all you rich kids vying for my services?"

Zhou Bin thought of those second generation nouveau riche kids who liked nothing better than to throw money around.

"Think about this. You want me to break someone’s arm. But do you know the risks that kind of stuff carries? The other guy would most likely call the police on me. Do you think that buying off the police these days is cheap?"

Zhou Bin stated matter-of-factly.

"Fine! But you must thoroughly wreck that stinky mansion, and break his arms properly!"

Wang Yong finally agreed after a long mental struggle. The memory of him being beaten up by a little girl and his head stepped on like a footstool filled him with rage. If he did not wipe this humiliation away with powerful vengeance, the shame would haunt him for the rest of his life!

"No problem! You can even come with me at that time if you want. I’ll let you witness the entire thing with your own eyes."

Zhou Bin’s eyes lit up with delight. Just like that, he’d earned another 500,000!

‘If only there were more rich idiots like Wang Yong in this world… there simply wouldn’t be any need to go around collecting protection fees!’ Zhou Bin sighed with emotion.

Immediately summoning a group of underlings, they all boarded a minivan and headed toward Qing Ling Village.

"Ah, f*ck! Stop squeezing over here! Ow! Pain, it’s painful!"

Wang Yong could not help but yelp continuously as the large group sat shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh in the minivan. They were barely able to all fit inside, and were packed like a can of sardines.

"I say, Brother Hu, isn’t it about time to upgrade your ride a little? What’s with this minivan? It’s more than a little disgraceful!"

Wang Yong grumbled in dissatisfaction.

"It can’t be helped. How can people in our business drive nice cars? It’ll be easily wrecked on any random mission! It’d be too wasteful—a durable and reliable minivan like this is the best!"

Zhou Bin rolled his eyes in annoyance. Did this f*cker think that money was growing on trees? Didn’t his subordinates need to be paid?!

"Bang!"

"Ow! F*ck!"

"Ah, my hand!"

The minivan skidded on the road and barrelled into a BMW even as the driver slammed on the brakes. The unprepared passengers in the minivan were all sent tumbling, screaming and cursing as they slammed into each other.

"Bam!"

"Motherf*cker! How did you get your license?! Do you know how much this car is worth?!"

Three heavily tattooed men emerged from the BMW, expletives flowing fluidly from their mouths.

"Come out of that broken van of yours! Let’s talk about how you’re going to compensate us!"

A towering, muscled figure over 1.9 meters tall smacked his gigantic palms repeatedly on the minivan’s driver window as he yelled angrily.

"Bloody hell! Brothers, come and look at this! Haha, this guy is in the same business as us! Mm, those tattoos are really not bad, they look quite impressive! Hey, when we have the time, let’s go and get some cool ink as well! Ahaha, does he think that he’s a gangster by having tattoos? Oh no, it’s a gangster! I’m so scared!" One of the men from the BMW laughed aloud as he walked up to the minivan.

A tall man wearing a black sleeveless vest over a white-cuffed shirt stepped out of the minivan’s driver seat, his eyes cold and face expressionless. He did not do anything and only stared silently at the three men as he moved to open the side door of the minivan.

‘One person, two, eight, ten, twelve!’

‘F*cking hell!’

Of the three men who came out of the BMW, one of them was still laughing hysterically, failing to notice the situation. The other two were nudging him with their elbows as they pointed at the minivan mutely.

‘Why are there so many people?!’

Finally noticing the people in front of him, the guy who was cracking up with laughter only a short moment ago now felt like crying. The tables had been turned too quickly! In just a few seconds, more than ten fierce-looking thugs had appeared! Faced with such a lineup, the three instantly lost all their temper.

"Elder brothers, it’s just a joke, just a joke!"

The guy who was laughing the loudest suddenly thought of the words which his mentor had spoken to him when he was still learning how to drive…

"Remember, when you’re on the road, if you do get into an accident, you can collide with any vehicles you want, but you must make sure to avoid hitting minivans! Especially those old-fashioned Wuling Hong Guang MPVs! Gangsters love driving around in those, and you’ll never know how many people will come out of the vehicle to beat you up!"

In the past, he’d never understood the lingering fear in his mentor’s voice as the latter warned him. It was as if he was recalling a terrifying past event. But now, faced with such a situation, he finally understood!

Five minutes later, a slightly dented BMW and an old-fashioned minivan sped down through the highway together.

"En, not bad, this car is pretty comfortable!"

Zhou Bin ran his fingers over the smooth leather of the backseat.

‘What the hell? It’s so easy to earn money as a gangster syndicate? They got a BMW just like that?!’

Wang Yong felt his face stiffening slightly. The three thugs with tattoos and scars all over their bodies had actually offered up their BMW as a peace offering!

Although this BMW was a slightly cheaper one, costing only around 200,000 yuan, it was much more comfortable than the minivan.

The group quickly arrived at Qing Ling Village. With Wang Yong at the lead, they stepped onto the mountainous path leading to Bei Feng’s old mansion.

"Young master Wang, you’ve done badly by us this time. You didn’t tell me that my brothers will need to trek such a long and arduous path to reach the target! Shouldn’t you give us a little extra for going through such a suffering? I think that a 10,000 yuan fee should be appropriate… what do you think?"

Zhou Bin remarked in annoyance after trekking on the mountainous path for over 20 minutes, still with no end in sight.

"What?! That’s daylight robbery! What 10,000 yuan fee?! My limit is 3,000!"

"Deal!"

Zhou Bin accepted immediately. He only wanted to find an excuse to complain and had not expected anything to come out of it. In the end, he’d somehow managed to get an extra 3,000 yuan!

Finally, the group of red-faced gangsters arrived outside of Bei Feng’s old mansion. They were all feeling really hot and annoyed because of the unexpected trek. With a sign from Zhou Bin, one of the gangsters walked up and banged on the door.

"Hey, open up! Hurry up and open the door!"

The gangster hollered as he slammed his palms against the door repeatedly.

"Who is it?"

Mystic Two and Mystic Three were in the yard, practicing the movement sets of Minor Illumination Breathing Technique, while Mystic One was in her room, watching Boonie Bears.

Mystic Two and Mystic Three could tell in an instant that the visitors this time hadn’t come with peaceful intentions. Thus, when Mystic Two opened the door, his voice was cold.

"Oh? It’s you? Looks like the beating we gave you the last time was not enough! Are you here today for more?"

Even though there were ten over people gathered outside the door, Mystic Two and Mystic Three were not shaken in the slightest. They only took a cursory glance at the big group of people behind Wang Yong, the corners of their mouths raised in a mocking smile.

"Hmph! I’ll see if the two of you can still bark as bravely after today! I’m going to tear down this broken mansion and break all your arms!"

Wang Yong’s face was unsightly as he spat venomously.

"Che, idiots acting recklessly!"

Mystic Two and Mystic Three laughed coldly. They did not even put these gangsters in their eyes at all.

"What’s the matter?"

Bei Feng swaggered over lazily, his face one of disinterest. Following on his left and right were Mystic One and Bai Xiang.

"Boss, it’s the people from the last time. They said that they’re here to tear down the mansion and break our arms."

Mystic Two and Mystic Three reported respectfully.

"Oh? Interesting!"

Qin Wufa and Qin Yi’s group had just turned the bend around the mountainous road and had witnessed the entire scene.

Qin Wufa’s body was shaking slightly as his eyes locked onto a certain individual.

"He looks the same! The resemblance is uncanny!"

Qin Wufa seemed a bit agitated as he mumbled to himself.

"Patriarch…"

Qin Yi saw that Qin Wufa was behaving a little strangely and could not help but to open his mouth.

"Stay your hand for now, I want to see how a son of I, Qin Wufa, will handle this matter."

Qin Wufa clasped his hands behind his back and watched on, the very image of a strict father.

‘Not bad! The boy looks so much like me… there should be no mistake. He’s most likely my son!’

Qin Wufa nodded his head repeatedly in satisfaction as he reaffirmed the thought in his mind.

"But…"

"No buts. Young people should learn to stand on their own two feet!"

Qin Wufa interrupted Qin Yi again as he resumed his silence.