Chapter 341: Young Master Zou flies into a rage

Seeing Zou Feiyun speak rudely, Tang Xia took two steps forward in anger: "Who are you calling a dog!" His eyes almost bulged with rage.

The guard beside Zou Feiyun was Li Jianmin.

At this moment he also stepped forward two paces: "Damn! What the hell are you, big shots talking—do you even get a word in? Want me to piss on you so you can see what a dick you look like?"

"Mouthy!"

Tang Xia, fuming, had no interest in trading insults; he held a shiny pair of handcuffs, about to snap them onto Li Jianmin's wrist for obstructing official duties.

Lin Dongfan pulled him back.

Lin Dongfan, who had lived two lives, had some vague memories of his previous life. Now seeing Li Jianmin, plus the two brothers Lu Han and Lu Wei who had just gotten out of the car to help, his memories of the major case from his past life became much clearer.

Lu Han!

The leader of the underworld gang!

Yang Qing, that kid, is in luck—this time his promotion to section chief is a sure thing, and the glory of being a crackdown hero is already beckoning him.

Lin Dongfan steadied himself.

He refocused his gaze on Zou Feiyun: "Zou Feiyun, I came today to tell you that your family's steward Qin Songde tried to assassinate me; he has already been arrested."

Hearing that, Zou Feiyun's face showed a slight startle.

But he quickly steadied his emotions and thoughts, adopting an attitude of "the innocent need no proof": "He's just a domestic worker hired by our Zou family; if he got into trouble outside, what does that have to do with me?"

"Whether there's a connection, you know it yourself." Lin Dongfan smiled lightly: "I just want to give you four words—take care of yourself!"

"I'd like to send those four words back to you." Zou Feiyun said, smiling angrily: "People who accept face but then act shamelessly usually don't end well—for example……"

"Like who?" Lin Dongfan asked, intrigued.

Zou Feiyun carefully chose his words: "My father‑in‑law Sun Fucheng—I once kindly urged him to resign and return to farming, to go overseas for a vacation and recuperation, but he refused, insisting on throwing himself into work. As a result, from overwork he suffered a sudden heart attack; even the hospital couldn't save him. Don't you think that's a pity?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Dongfan and the others were somewhat shocked.

I never expected Zou Feiyun to indirectly admit he killed Sun Fucheng, but his wording was indeed clever, leaving no loopholes to pick on.

According to Zou Feiyun's account, he had once urged Sun Fucheng to flee overseas, but Sun Fucheng refused.

Instead, he underestimated the Sun father and daughter, who actually had the resolve to die rather than flee. No wonder Sun Zhiqing would voluntarily undress to give Zou Feiyun a green hat—avenging her father's murder, a hatred that cuts to the bone.

Ridiculous—this Zou still thinks he's a winner in life.

Lin Dongfan couldn't help but sneer: "Don't be overconfident—I'm not an old man like Sun Fucheng; if you want to give me a sudden heart attack, that's going to be tough."

"Don't be so absolute—today you don't know what tomorrow will bring, who knows what the future holds?" Zou Feiyun rubbed the bruise still lingering on his face: "Although I'm a gentleman, even gentlemen have moments of rage. If anyone punches me, I'll make sure they die without a whole corpse."

"Qin Songde has been arrested; I originally wanted to advise you to turn yourself in early to suffer less, but now it seems unnecessary." Lin Dongfan said.

Zou Feiyun chuckled lightly: "Right, I'll let you see what suffering really is."

Before Lin Dongfan and the others could guess the meaning of his words.

Zou Feiyun turned and ordered Lu Han: "Old Lu, this road isn't his family's—you drive a Rolls‑Royce, yet you're afraid of his broken Audi?"

Lu Han, who had been mixing on the roads for over twenty years, immediately understood Zou Feiyun's meaning.

Lu Han calmly gave orders to his subordinates: "Get to work!"

As soon as the words fell, Li Jianmin turned and pulled a large stone hammer from the trunk.

The Rolls‑Royce's trunk actually hid a hammer!

What a fucked‑up world!

It nearly shattered Lin Dongfan and the others' worldviews.

Zhang Xiaoguang, who had stayed silent the whole time, suddenly stepped forward and shouted: "What are you trying to do? I warn you—don't mess around……"

"Is this your road? Damn!"

Before Zhang Xiaoguang could finish, several sharp‑dressed sunglassed men rushed over, shoving Zhang Xiaoguang, Lin Dongfan and the others aside; then Li Jianmin's stone‑iron hammer slammed onto the engine hood.

"Bang!"

Even the Audi couldn't take it—one blow and the front engine hood dented deeply on the spot.

"Bang! bang……"

Li Jianmin, cursing as he worked, hammered blow after blow; after the engine hood was wrecked, the front windshield was smashed too.

This violent scene left Jian Sining, Tang Xia, Zhang Xiaoguang and the others fuming, their faces turning livid.

Lin Dongfan, however, smiled throughout without saying a word.

Seeing Lin Dongfan actually in the mood to smile, Lu Han couldn't help but wonder: maybe the smashing wasn't fierce enough?

He then raised his voice and shouted at Li Jianmin: "Li Jianmin! You've stuffed yourself, huh? You even smashed Lin Section Chief's car! I told you to clear the roadblock, not to smash someone's car into scrap—stop it right now!"

In other words, are you saying you haven't eaten? You still haven't turned that Audi into scrap!

Li Jianmin, understanding the hint, shouted back: "Brother Han, don't bother me! Damn the Gobi Desert, driving a broken Audi and having the nerve to block the road and show off!" He hammered away, each strike shocking and intense.

Lu Han, however, was quite good at applying eye drops.

Turning around, he smiled and apologized to Lin Section Chief: "Sorry, my brother has a mental illness—apparently intermittent explosive disorder. When he goes crazy I can't control him, so please don't take him seriously."

"Don't worry, I really aren't quibbling with a madman." Lin Dongfan showed his undisguised pleasure: "Just compensate me with a new car."

"Compensate, I will definitely compensate."

After Lu Han finished speaking, he realized something was off.

"What the hell, are we smashing a car?"

"We're smashing face!"

"This is humiliation!"

Logically, Lin Dongfan ought to feel stifled, but looking at him he seems genuinely happy, with no sign of resentment.

On the contrary, Young Master Zou suddenly had a hint of gloom on his face.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Did we smash the wrong thing?"

Lu Han weakly asked Zou Feiyun: "Young Master Zou, you've been inside for a few days, aren't you feeling a bit unwell?"

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Zou Feiyun furrowed his brow, feeling depressed and unwilling to speak.

Unexpectedly, Lin Dongfan, wearing a spring-breeze smile, gave a deadly thanks: "Having a mental illness is great, you can smash the car if you want, thanks for giving me this car-switch welfare."

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Zou Feiyun's brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

He glumly retorted to Lin Dongfan: "How can you be so shameless? You're a full-fledged Section Chief, a princeling of the capital circle! Your car was smashed to scrap right in front of you, don't you have any shame?"

"I took advantage, why should I feel ashamed?" Lin Dongfan put on a clueless look: "If someone smashed your wrecked car and then gave you a new one, would you be angry? If so, your mind must be really petty; a person truly shouldn't be so narrow-minded. My family's upbringing doesn't allow me to be petty."

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Zou Feiyun's face darkened with anger, he turned and walked away.

Thinking about it, he felt suffocated.

He finally couldn't hold back and retorted to Lin Dongfan: "A car is like one's own wife! Now someone is sleeping with your wife right in front of you, aren't you angry?"

"As for the wife matter..." Lin Dongfan nodded as if realizing: "I understand, you can't accept your wife being slept with by someone else."

"Who the hell could accept that?" Zou Feiyun snapped: "We're talking about your car, your car is equivalent to your wife! Where did you go off to? Please get your head straight."

Hmm.

Lin Dongfan nodded again: "Stay clear-headed, my wife isn't a car, she's my happy fruit. So this broken car can be smashed anytime, I like new cars."

"You!... I'm really speechless, go die in your new car!"

Zou Feiyun, who always placed himself in the gentleman's position, finally exploded in curses, dove into the Rolls-Royce, and angrily closed his eyes.

Digesting his anger in silence.

He just couldn't understand how a Division Level official, a princeling of the capital circle, could be so shameless.

How much is a broken Audi worth?

Having lost face, instead of thinking about how to regain it, he just wanted to switch to a new car.

After thinking it over, Zou Feiyun couldn't help but sigh silently: "I was careless, I shouldn't have overestimated that bastard's principles! What kind of big-family young master is he? He's just a shameless street rascal."