Chapter 490: Is This Your Car?

"So that's how it is; you not only understand medicine, but you also understand these things." Fan Zhen's curiosity about Chen Yu grew even stronger at that moment.

"Haha, it's all just superficial knowledge." Chen Yu laughed heartily: "This kid Li Dashan hasn't made little in the way of ill-gotten gains."

"Then how did you manage to empty out half of his warehouse?" Fan Zhen was even more curious about this.

"This? A secret." Chen Yu said mysteriously.

The two talked as they walked, and soon they reached the outside of the traditional Chinese medicine street. Chen Yu took out his keys to unlock the electronic lock, and just as he was about to drive away, a group of people surrounded them from both sides.

A delinquent youth with dyed yellow hair led seven or eight people to block Chen Yu. When Chen Yu looked at the wheels, they had already been locked.

Moreover, these people had ill intentions; it seemed they were specifically targeting him.

"Kid, is this car yours?" The yellow-haired youth asked Chen Yu while drinking from a beer bottle he was holding.

"It's mine, what of it?" Chen Yu glanced at the youth. Seeing that this guy was somewhat drunk, he figured he was likely here specifically to cause trouble.

"Yours? Haha, yours?" The youth laughed as if he had heard some hilarious joke: "All of Wangchuan knows this is Biao Ge's car. The parts he modified were all gathered by me. Now it's your car?"

"Oh, I actually forgot." Chen Yu patted his head and said: "I borrowed this car."

"Borrowed? What kind of thing are you that Biao Ge would lend you a car?" The youth sneered: "Biao Ge treasures this car very much; would he lend it to you easily? Aside from his boss Bao Ge, no one else is even allowed to touch it."

"That's a coincidence. His car—I drive it whenever I want to. There's no such thing as him allowing or not allowing it to be touched." Chen Yu smiled.

"Kid, you're very arrogant." Huang Mao was furious: "Ever heard of Brother Huang Mao?"

"Sorry, no." Chen Yu shook his head.

"From out of town?" Huang Mao looked Chen Yu up and down.

"Yes, from out of town. Just arrived in Wangchuan today. Any problems?" Chen Yu asked.

"No wonder you're so arrogant. Fine, since you're from out of town, I won't lower myself to your level, but you must leave the car behind." Huang Mao sneered: "Drive the car away, and call Biao Ge immediately to say I've found his car."

"Brother Huang Mao, we don't have the keys," one of the thugs said.

"Where are the keys?" Huang Mao stared at Chen Yu.

"The keys are here. If you have the ability, come and take them. If you can touch them, I'll count it as you having ability." Chen Yu dangled the keys.

"Kid, are you itching for a beating?" Huang Mao was furious. He grabbed the beer bottle in his hand, smashed it heavily on the ground, and then pointed viciously at Chen Yu: "Brothers, get him."

With a crash, the five or six thugs behind Huang Mao all surrounded them. Some held beer bottles, others held steel pipes, looking ready to strike.

"What are you doing? Leave immediately, or I'm calling the police right now." Fan Zhen frowned and blocked the front of Chen Yu.

"Where did this yellow-haired girl come from? Don't be a busybody, get lost." Huang Mao impatiently pushed Fan Zhen aside.

"You..." Fan Zhen was trembling with anger. She picked up her phone to call the police, but was stopped by Chen Yu.

"That's enough. They are local bullies; even if the police come, they'll at most just advise them and can't really do anything." Chen Yu smiled: "I'll play with them a bit."

"But they have so many people..." Fan Zhen said with some worry.

"It's fine, I just happen to need some practice." Chen Yu smiled.

Hearing that Chen Yu intended to fight, Fan Zhen took a step back, gritted her teeth, tucked up her hair, and tightened her belt, looking as if she were ready to risk her life.

Chen Yu smiled. This girl was quite loyal and had a good personality. Although they hadn't interacted much, Chen Yu felt she was definitely not someone sent by the Wuming Sect.

"Kid, I'll give you one more chance. Bring the keys over." Huang Mao beckoned to Chen Yu.

"Stop with the nonsense, come on." Chen Yu smiled.

"You're courting death." A hotheaded youth behind Huang Mao grabbed a steel pipe over a meter long and charged at Chen Yu.

Chen Yu snatched the steel pipe from his hand and then whipped it against a fleshy part of the guy's body.

With a bang, everyone present felt a tremor in their hearts. Chen Yu had used his full strength for this strike.

The hotheaded youth was stunned for a moment, and then his off-key screams rang out on the spot. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his thigh and writhing in agony.

Chen Yu twisted his hands, and with a crack, the steel pipe in his hand was snapped into two pieces.

He threw the two broken pieces of the pipe onto the ground and sneered: "If anyone thinks their fists are harder than this steel pipe, you can come and try."

The thugs present stopped talking. They involuntarily shrank their heads and took a step back; none of them believed their bones were harder than a steel pipe.

"The keys are here, why don't you come and take them?" Chen Yu looked at Huang Mao and raised the keys in his hand again.

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth, but ultimately did not dare to step forward.

"Brother Huang Mao, this car must have been stolen by this guy. We should contact Biao Ge immediately; this is a great achievement," a sycophant said behind Huang Mao.

"Right, contact Biao Ge immediately. He loves this car the most; how could he have lent it to this kid? Call him now." Huang Mao's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly took out his phone to make the call.

Huang Mao and his group were just some small-time thugs in Wangchuan, and they were simply incomparable to Biao Ge's group.

He had always wanted to find an opportunity to get close to Biao Ge, and now that he had caught this chance, how could he let it go easily?

He picked up his phone and dialed Biao Ge's number. After a few rings, the other party answered.

"Biao Ge, I'm Huang Mao from Wangchuan. Do you remember me?" Huang Mao said respectfully while holding the phone.

"I remember. What is it, Huang Mao?" Biao Ge's voice sounded a bit weary.

"Biao Ge, was your off-road vehicle stolen?" Huang Mao chuckled: "I've found it for you."

"Which off-road vehicle?" Biao Ge's weary voice suddenly became tense.

"The one with the Ning City license plate, the one you like the most, the one I even helped you get parts for?" Hearing Biao Ge's voice change, Huang Mao became even more excited.

It seemed Biao Ge valued this car very much; he had truly made a great contribution this time.

"Where did you see it? In Wangchuan?" Biao Ge's voice rose.

"Yes, it's a kid from out of town. He's not very old, but he's quite ruthless and can fight well. We've surrounded him now. Don't worry, Biao Ge, he can't get away. You should hurry and bring people over."

"Why don't you go die, you bastard? Who told you to detain him? Let him go for me right now!" Biao Ge's voice suddenly rose.

He had been taken away and locked up for a day, and had only just been released.

Bao Ge and his key subordinates couldn't get out; they had been investigated thoroughly—possession of firearms, drug trafficking, organized crime—starting at ten years with no upper limit.