The truck’s windows were bulletproof, and given it was such a heavyweight vehicle, regular bullets didn’t stand a chance against it.
Yamamoto Yu was infuriated by Xi Nanfeng, but instead of exploding, he chuckled darkly. "Kid, it’s best to keep a low profile in life, or you won’t even know how you ended up dead." After saying this, Yamamoto Yu leaned toward Beichuan’s ear and whispered something.
Beichuan received the order and turned to leave.
"Oh? You think I’m someone who’s easily scared? Let me tell you this—low profile? What the hell is that? Hell no! I don’t do low profile!"
Xi Nanfeng was completely immune to Yamamoto Yu’s threats.
He was the kind who never played by the rules. Not knowing how to shoot? Big deal—it wasn’t a problem for him. He was already a top-tier racer in his teenage years, and pulling off high-difficulty drifts was second nature to him.
Right now, he was driving the heavyweight truck like it was a race car, swerving and darting through Yamamoto Yu’s courtyard with ease, a horde of men in black trailing behind, but still unable to catch him.
Xi Nanfeng’s arrogant laughter pierced the air like nails on a chalkboard, making Yamamoto Yu’s face look uglier than ever.
Dealing with someone like Gu Moqian, a rational gentleman, was easy for Yamamoto Yu. But when faced with a rogue like Xi Nanfeng, he found himself unexpectedly at a loss.
Soon, Beichuan dragged someone over and presented them in front of Yamamoto Yu.
The man hung his head low, his clothes filthy and covered in dried, dark stains of blood upon closer inspection.
Xi Nanfeng stared at the man for a few seconds, then his expression drastically changed. He roared at Yamamoto Yu in sheer fury, "You rotten old bastard! I’ll f*** your damn grandfather!"
The man drenched in blood was Ye Cheng!
How dare they be so cruel toward his friend! They were courting death!
Xi Nanfeng, blinded by rage, slammed down the gas pedal, his hands frantically steering the wheel, recklessly driving the truck straight at Yamamoto Yu’s position.
"Take one more step forward, and I’ll kill him immediately!" Yamamoto Yu whipped out a handgun, pressing it harshly against Ye Cheng’s forehead. The rightful source is n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
Xi Nanfeng was livid but had no choice but to stomp the brakes.
The truck screeched to a halt, leaving deep skid marks in the courtyard, stopping just about a meter away from Yamamoto Yu.
The harsh sound of the brakes rang in Yamamoto Yu’s ears, leaving them ringing. He furrowed his brows tightly, staring at the unruly, furious man sitting in the driver’s seat.
"Do you want him to live?" Yamamoto Yu suddenly gripped Ye Cheng’s chin, forcing him to lift his head.
Ye Cheng’s damp hair stuck to his pale, ghostly face, with traces of blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth. He slowly opened his eyes and, upon seeing Yamamoto Yu, spat at him forcefully.
Yamamoto Yu’s face stiffened. He shut his eyes for a moment, and when he reopened them, they were filled with uncontrollable malice and fury. He raised his hand and slapped Ye Cheng viciously, causing Ye Cheng’s face to tilt sharply to one side.
His once handsome face was now covered in bruises, but his aura remained undiminished. His phoenix eyes, icy and sharp, locked onto Yamamoto Yu with a glare so intense it seemed as though it could bore holes into him.
When Xi Nanfeng saw Yamamoto Yu slap Ye Cheng across the face, his whole body burned in fury.
Old Ye, the one their family treasured and would never dream of harming—this decrepit old man had the audacity to lay a hand on him? Unforgivable!
Xi Nanfeng slammed his fists onto the steering wheel heavily. Suddenly, he turned to his subordinate and barked, "Switch seats with me and drive. I’m going down!"
"Second Young Master Xi, stepping down right now is like walking straight into a trap—they’re trying to lure you out..."
Before the subordinate could finish his words, Xi Nanfeng had already decisively flung the door open.
"You old bastard! I’m coming down!"
Xi Nanfeng completely ignored the row of firearms pointed at him from the side, swaggering directly toward Yamamoto Yu without hesitation.