The Kang Family’s private car was viciously jammed between the jeep and the mountain wall in front of it.
MY GOD! ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱
Watching their car transform from three-dimensional to flat, the Kang father and son dared not even imagine the gruesome scene of those sitting inside.
After ramming the private car, the jeep abruptly turned, facing the three people standing at the entrance—Kang Baojun, Kang Junjia, and Xiao Shulan standing behind them.
All three of them, without a doubt, felt their legs go weak at this moment, unable to bear the command of their blank minds to even move slightly.
Xiao Shulan closed her eyes, thinking that perhaps her sins could now be completely washed away.
Just as despair set in, a gust of wind suddenly swept past her left ear.
The black Rolls-Royce limousine that hurried over, with its large size and the revving of its modified super engine, appeared from behind the hidden roadway, emerging like a giant hippopotamus.
Facing the jeep that seemed crazily ready to devour, the black Rolls-Royce did not only rush in front of Xiao Shulan and the other two to protect them but, like a hippo protecting its young, fearlessly collided with the crocodile.
This time it wasn’t just the sound of a crash, but both engines roaring hysterically against each other, as if each was determined to fight to the death.
The jeep’s howling engine sounded sharp, much like the opened jaws of a predator ready to devour.
The black Rolls-Royce exerted more force, prying up the jeep’s chassis as it reared its front end.
Sensing defeat, the jeep, with those terrifying eyes inside as if unwilling to concede, swept a glance at the three people standing beside the car, then suddenly retreated, racing back to the intersection where it had appeared, and, in the enveloping fog, turned around and fled.
With the man-eating crocodile gone, the great hippopotamus of a black Rolls-Royce, fundamentally not of a fierce breed, had given its all in that collision.
Severely internally damaged, it wasn’t long before the front of the car let out a puff of black smoke with a pop.
Kang Junjia and Kang Baojun, sitting on the ground, shaking uncontrollably, dared not move an inch. Their entire bodies were as weak as their legs, so they could only look up blankly at the king emerging from the Rolls-Royce.
Uncle Tang first stepped down from the driver’s seat of the Rolls-Royce, and then, bending over, opened the car door for the master behind him.
Xiao Jianming, straightening his handmade gray suit, turned around.
The lines on his face were as sharp as ever, as if carved by a knife.
The aura emanating as he stepped out from his Rolls-Royce throne was imposing, like a veteran of many battles clad in armor, accompanied by the surrounding gusts of wind, as if enshrouded in a regal golden glow.
No one would believe that at this moment, Xiao Jianming was the same man who moments before lay comatose on a hospital bed, seemingly on the brink of death. Nor could anyone imagine that at his age and with his ailment, he had just engaged in a life-or-death struggle from his throne against a frenzied crocodile, and had managed to drive away the younger beast with an irresistible force.
What is a king, a true king!
In this moment, the Kang father and son could only shiver.
Xiao Jianming’s downcast gaze first fell upon the Kang father and son.
Towards this kingly man, Kang Junjia could only remain speechlessly silent. Setting aside the disgraceful and despicable deeds he and his family had committed against this man and his family, a hard reality he had to admit was that if Xiao Jianming hadn’t arrived in time, he and his son’s lives might have ended just like Lin Jiale’s.