Chapter 179: How the Hell Are You Driving?

The curse of "Bloodline Withering" spread like an invisible plague, ravaging the Xiao Family. In just a few days, this once illustrious clan disintegrated before mortal eyes—core members dead, maimed, or trapped in despair; the distant branches, like birds startled by arrows, severed all ties, and the vast family fortune teetered on the brink of collapse.

Though the news was tightly suppressed, it had already ignited a storm within the upper echelons. Combined with the "Guardian's" ruthless actions and Qin Feng's unfathomable background, a silent fear began to spread. Everyone realized that the young man named Qin Feng possessed not merely wealth and technology, but a terrifying power they could not comprehend or resist.

Probe? Provocation? The cost will be… annihilation of the entire clan!

After this incident, no one dared lightly challenge Qin Feng's authority. Even the former "Long Xiansheng" and his behind-the-scenes forces fell into prolonged silence, seemingly reassessing how to interact with Qin Feng.

Qin Feng welcomed the peace. Crushing the Xiao Family, the most aggressive rooster, was enough to intimidate most monkeys. He once again devoted all his energy to his "true work."

Under his will and guided by 【Wealth Prediction】, the "Wind Rises Future Fund" functioned like a precise irrigation system, channeling vast capital into sectors capable of reshaping the future, quietly altering the trajectory of global technology.

Within the "Candle Dragon" base, training remained brutal, but the team members' demeanor had transformed—calm as the abyss, explosive as thunder.

As for Qin Feng himself, he swam through the ocean of knowledge from 【Super Technology】, constantly using 【Wealth Prediction】 to seize fleeting opportunities. His personal strength and understanding of the world were advancing at an astonishing pace.

One day, he unexpectedly had half a day free and decided to personally visit a newly opened top-tier restaurant in the city. He took no attendants, wore casual attire, and drove the restored crimson Porsche 911 Turbo S.

The car smoothly merged into the afternoon traffic. Qin Feng savored the joy of driving, feeling the engine's low roar and the city's clamor brushing past his ears. This rare immersion in ordinary life felt real and relaxing.

Yet trouble always arrived unannounced.

At an intersection, Qin Feng proceeded straight on the green light. A black Maybach to his right, attempting to beat the yellow light while turning left, refused to slow down and suddenly swerved into his path with arrogant force!

A screech of brakes pierced the air!

Qin Feng's eyes turned cold. His reaction was instantaneous—he slammed the brakes and yanked the steering wheel. The Porsche executed a near-perfect drift, narrowly avoiding the Maybach's front end. Tires screeched against the asphalt, and the car came to a flawless stop beside the road, mere centimeters from the guardrail.

The Maybach, thrown off balance by the forced turn, scraped against a sedan traveling normally in the opposite lane before lurching to a halt.

A potentially severe accident was dissolved into nothingness by Qin Feng's extraordinary reflexes and driving skill.

Qin Feng frowned slightly, opened his door, and stepped out to assess the situation.

At that moment, the Maybach's door flew open. A young man in a garish shirt, wearing sunglasses, and brimming with malice leapt out. He didn't even glance at the car he'd hit; instead, he stormed straight toward Qin Feng, pointing a finger at his nose and screaming:

"Fuck! How the hell are you driving?! Blind?! Didn't you see me turning?! You didn't yield?! You think you can afford to pay for my car?!"

The villain accuses first, twisting truth and arrogance blazing.

Qin Feng regarded this clearly spoiled rich kid (or official brat) with utter calmness—even lacking the interest to speak to him. Such insignificant ants could no longer stir any emotion in him.

He pulled out his phone, preparing to directly notify Gao Yuan or the traffic police.

The young man, enraged by Qin Feng's silence, assumed he was afraid. He stepped forward, reaching to shove Qin Feng: "Fuck! I'm talking to you! Deaf?!"

Just as his hand was about to touch Qin Feng's clothing—

A shadow appeared like a ghost, silently beside Qin Feng. One hand, like an iron clamp, seized the young man's wrist with precision and force!

"Ahh—!" The young man felt his wrist crushed as if in a hydraulic press, agony surging through him. He screamed in pain.

The one who acted was Gao Yuan. He had been accompanying Qin Feng nearby with members of the "Candle Dragon," covertly handling security. He had witnessed the near-accident and now this confrontation.

"Let go! Do you know who I am?!" The young man grimaced in pain but still shouted defiantly, "My dad is Li Gang!!"

The classic "My dad is Li Gang."

Qin Feng nearly laughed. He hadn't expected to encounter this meme in real life.

He waved his hand, signaling Gao Yuan to release him.

Gao Yuan let go, but his icy gaze remained locked on the young man. Should the man make another move, he would subdue him without hesitation.

The young man rubbed his aching wrist, staring at Gao Yuan and the expressionless Qin Feng, trembling with rage yet speaking bravely: "You… you wait! Don't you dare run!"

Saying this, he pulled out his phone to call for backup.

Qin Feng, however, had no interest in watching his performance. He calmly instructed Gao Yuan: "Handle it. Don't block traffic. Check his background. If his father really is Li Gang, make him come personally to retrieve his son—and teach him how to drive, how to be a man."

"Yes, Leader." Gao Yuan bowed.

Hearing the title "Leader," and seeing Gao Yuan's respectful posture and icy gaze, the young man froze mid-call. A cold premonition rose in his chest. These two… weren't ordinary people?

Qin Feng ignored him, turned, and walked toward his Porsche.

At that moment, the owner of the sedan the Maybach had scraped—a young woman who looked like a typical office worker—also stepped out nervously, bewildered by the scene.

Qin Feng paused, turned to her, and his tone softened considerably: "Miss, you've been frightened. My men will handle all damages and follow-up matters. You'll receive satisfactory compensation."

The girl looked at Qin Feng's handsome face and composed demeanor, then at the now-cowed Maybach driver and the stern Gao Yuan standing like a bodyguard. She nodded instinctively: "Th… thank you."

Qin Feng smiled faintly, opened the door, and slid into the driver's seat.

The engine roared lowly. The crimson Porsche shot forward like a red lightning bolt, merging into traffic and vanishing at the street's end.

Only the young man, clutching his wrist, face shifting with fear and fury, remained behind—alongside Gao Yuan and several quietly appearing "Candle Dragon" members, efficiently clearing the scene.

To Qin Feng today, this trivial traffic incident wasn't even a minor interruption.

He didn't care how Gao Yuan would deal with the arrogant second-generation.

In his world, far more important matters demanded his attention.

For instance, 【Wealth Prediction】 had just flickered faintly—capturing a signal from somewhere deep in the Pacific, resembling the energy signature of the Traveler-7 but weaker, older.

A faint curve of interest touched his lips.

He turned the steering wheel, heading toward the Fengqi Group headquarters.

It seemed his afternoon plans needed adjustment.