40: Chapter 40 Tracking 40: Chapter 40 Tracking “Gu Meng, let it go.”
The girl beside Gu Meng hurriedly urged.
“Hmph.”
Gu Meng snorted coldly, which counted as an acknowledgment.
Qi Shen, on the one hand, didn’t want to shell out the money but also didn’t want to lose face in front of Gu Meng, so he taunted coldly.
“Setting such a high price, go ahead and pay then, don’t just be all talk.”
Su Ming didn’t argue with Qi Shen, and directly said to Manager Wan Shan.
“Payment QR code, pay up!”
At this moment, Manager Wan Shan looked at Su Ming differently, hurriedly saying,
“Of course!”
These days, those who dared to offer 3000 per hour were either fools or really wealthy.
Soon, Su Ming made a payment of 20,000 Federation coins with his phone, and a notification popped up.
“Respected customer, you have spent 20,000 Federation coins, balance: 21,253,000 Federation coins!”
Su Ming looked at the popping message and was slightly taken aback, he remembered that he was quite wealthy.
But he didn’t realize he was this wealthy; he still had so much money in the account, which was enough to buy an ordinary Second Generation Mecha.
However, he quickly remembered that this money was his New Year’s money and birthday red envelopes accumulated since childhood, all from his parents, relatives, and the old man.
Of course, his assets were not limited to these.
Those limited-edition figurines and models in his room were also super valuable and easily liquidated.
In a sense, he really was the foolish son of a landlord.
“Alright, this esteemed customer has already paid and reserved it; the simulation pod is his now.
Everyone, please disperse!”
Wan Shan shouted to the onlookers.
Gu Meng angrily glared at Su Ming.
In fact, her confrontation was not merely about the simulation training pod but was targeted at Lin Chuyu.
She had known Lin Chuyu for a long time, as they used to go to the same school, where Lin Chuyu surpassed her in every aspect, causing her to develop a strong aversion to Lin Chuyu.
Fortunately, when she got to middle school, she successfully got into the top college, while Lin Chuyu went to the third-ranked college due to weaker family circumstances.
Bumping into each other here, she naturally wanted to take the opportunity to pick a fight, but she hadn’t expected to be disrupted by Su Ming.
Su Ming ignored Gu Meng, pulling out a hundred and handing it to Lin Chuyu.
“Here, take this.
I have a class, so I’m heading off now.”
“Thank you.”
Lin Chuyu took the money handed over by Su Ming.
Qi Shen, seeing Lin Chuyu accept Su Ming’s money, immediately spoke sarcastically to Gu Meng.
“Gu Meng, did you see that?
The rumors seem true.
This Lin Chuyu is really green tea, probably being kept by someone.
Let’s not stoop to their level.”
“Hmph, let’s go.”
Hearing Qi Shen’s mockery, Gu Meng felt much better and immediately turned to leave.
Su Ming coldly glanced at the retreating figures of Gu Meng and her group.
Just as he was about to leave, Lin Chuyu called out to him.
“Su Ming, wait.”
“What is it?
Is there something else?”
Su Ming looked at Lin Chuyu puzzled.
“Could I get your mobile number, I’ll return the money to you tomorrow.”
Lin Chuyu said to Su Ming.
“Sure, my mobile number is…”
Su Ming reported his number directly to Lin Chuyu; after all, given Lin Chuyu’s memory, she probably only needed to hear it once to remember.
“Alright, I’ve got it.”
Lin Chuyu seriously noted down the number.
“I’m off then.”
Su Ming turned and left toward the escalator.
Lin Chuyu watched Su Ming’s departing figure, her expression revealing a thoughtful look.
Dusk.
Su Ming’s hands were buried in his pockets as he walked, somewhat melancholy, along the bustling streets.
“A bit of trouble,”
Su Ming muttered to himself, not having anticipated the high demand for training pods, nor his own tight schedule, which left him without a reservation.
The most crucial point was that, apart from this club, there was no other place in the Thirteenth District with Mecha training pods.
At that moment, several figures hid within the crowd, keeping their eyes on the leading Su Ming, cautiously tailing him.
Su Ming suddenly stopped, and the followers behind him came to a halt as well.
But not long after, Su Ming resumed walking.
When he reached a fork in the road, he turned to scan the surroundings and then headed down a particularly deserted alley.
The bright eyes of the figures quickened their pace to follow.
Walking straight ahead, when Su Ming passed a narrow alley, he swiftly turned into it.
Entering the alley, he ran directly forward, making several quick turns.
However, as he turned deeper into the alley, in a stroke of very bad luck, he ran into a dead end.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, five thugs holding clubs blocked his way.
“Run, huh?
Weren’t you quite good at running?”
Wang Qiang, with a cigarette in his mouth, smirked as he looked at Su Ming.
Su Ming didn’t respond to Wang Qiang, instead surveying each of them in turn.
“Fatso, I warned you last time, yet you still don’t know whether you’re coming or going.”
Seeing Su Ming silent, Wang Qiang thought he’d been scared witless and viciously said.
“Oh?
And what are you planning to do about it?”
Su Ming, hands still in his pockets, looked utterly nonchalant as he regarded Wang Qiang and the rest, as if watching a group of clowns.
Wang Qiang, seeing such a calm reaction from Su Ming and noticing the scorn in his eyes, became instantly enraged and fiercely said,
“What am I going to do?
I’m going to kill you today!”
“Well, you’ll have to see if you’re capable of that.”
Su Ming looked at them as if they were idiots.
Wang Qiang was also amused by Su Ming’s attitude.
He lifted the club in his hand and addressed his followers,
“Get him!”
Just as Wang Qiang and his lackeys charged, Su Ming’s right hand pulled out a very delicate, intricately patterned miniature beam gun from his pocket!
Whoosh~
Su Ming pulled the trigger with swift decisiveness.
A beam shot out, hitting Wang Qiang’s right leg.
“Aah~”
Wang Qiang screamed miserably, tumbling to the ground, clutching his leg in agony as blood poured out.
For a moment, Wang Qiang’s followers were all scared stiff, stopping in their tracks and staring at Su Ming in horror.
They had not anticipated that Su Ming would have a gun, knowing how strictly the old Federation regulated such things.
Holding the beam gun, Su Ming walked towards Wang Qiang and his men.
Wang Qiang’s lackeys retreated in terror, many thinking of running away, but hesitated as Su Ming’s gun remained trained on them.
They dared not run for fear of being shot.
“Throw down your weapons, hands on your heads, face the wall and squat.
I’ll finish off anyone who dares to move!” Su Ming warned coldly.
In no time at all, Wang Qiang’s followers had tossed away their clubs and obediently squatted down with their heads in their hands, facing the wall.
Su Ming then walked up to Wang Qiang, raising the beam gun to point at Wang Qiang’s head, his expression somewhat chilling.
These guys were really relentless, but fortunately, he’d been cautious enough to take the beam gun from his father’s collection before leaving home.
Enduring the pain, Wang Qiang defiantly said to Su Ming,
“Kid, don’t think you’re something just because you’ve got a gun.”