Chapter 106: This is Arrogance

  "Crash their car for me!" Han Yu's body straightened up, saying coldly.

  Ming An was taken aback for a moment. Although the severe pain in his arm made him extremely resentful of these two arrogant guys, he didn't want to delay Boss's important business because of his own affairs.

  So he moved his lips and said in a low voice: "Boss, you and..."

  Before he could finish speaking, Zhuo Bufan on the side let out a loud cheer and swung his iron rod at Benchi who was rushing over.

  The crisp sound of shattering glass echoed softly, stirring the surrounding air. As he gazed at the scattered shards of crystal, Mingzi abruptly swallowed back half of what he was about to say.

  Han Yu gave him a look that said "you're telling me too late", and smiled, saying: "Not everyone has the chance to smash a Mercedes into scrap metal, why don't you go experience it?"

  Ming's mouth twitched twice, and he slowly shook his head. However, his gaze at Zhuo Bu Fan, who was standing there intimidating the car, gradually brightened up. He finally witnessed the aura of his own brother, and he felt extremely admiring.

  The two young Mercedes-Benz drivers also changed their faces, they looked at Han Yu with a strange gaze, and couldn't figure out how an open Santana could be more arrogant than them driving a Mercedes-Benz.

  "Little kid, you're ruthless! You smashed one of my cars, now be prepared to pay for ten more. Otherwise, don't think about leaving DL!" The young man who was being held down by Zhuo Bufan watched as his beloved car was smashed into a thousand pieces, as if it had been corroded by sulfuric acid, and his eyebrows furrowed in heartache.

  "Brother, why waste so many words with him? Hurry up and kill him, and get me out of here!" The young man who was being trampled by Han Yu shouted loudly while grabbing his ankle.

  Han Yu was amused by this, and he had never seen anyone who could be so arrogant even when they were being trampled underfoot.

  The chilly morning fog was flowing slowly, like a tangible wind. The surroundings were cold and quiet, with occasional passersby who would only take a quick glance before hurrying away. So, although the matter had caused quite a stir, it hadn't attracted much attention from many people.

  Han Yu smiled and raised an eyebrow, saying lightly: "Kill me? Do you have the qualifications for that?"

  A streak of blue light fell on the young man's neck, causing him to freeze his struggling body.

  The long blade of Tian Ce's sword emitted a breathtaking killing aura in the thin morning mist.

  On the other side, Mingzi's arm was broken, but his quick reflexes were still there. At the moment when Han Yu drew his sword, he also took out a cold machete and grasped it in his hand, staring coldly at the young man standing beside him.

  "What are you people, after all?" The young man standing finally didn't dare to be arrogant anymore. His expression of looking down on everything had been replaced by the fear of death. His face turned slightly pale, his lips trembled, and his voice also carried an uncontrollable tremble.

  Han Yu didn't say a word, she just narrowed her eyes and gave him a glance. A gentle breeze blew over, landing on her body, adding to the chill of early winter.

  "We didn't mean to offend you, it's a misunderstanding. Big brother, please don't kill us." The young man finally couldn't bear the pressure and started begging for mercy.

  The young man under Han Yu's knife was afraid of causing his misunderstanding, and did not dare to make too much movement. He just nodded slightly, using pitiful eyes to express his kindness.

  "Sorry!" Han Yu withdrew his foot and didn't want to bother with these insolent little rascals.

  "Yes, yes!" The young man stepped forward and pulled up his cousin who was still lying in front of him and didn't dare to move. He slightly bowed to Han Yu and Ming Zai, saying repeatedly: "What happened earlier was our fault, please forgive us, forgive us!"

  These two guys are arrogant, but they're not stupid. Under the pressure of life and death, they don't dare to pretend anymore. Pusan, Pusan, who said that driving a Benz is definitely better than driving a Pusan?

  The two faces were filled with bitterness, standing there honestly, waiting for Han Yu's decision.

  "Get out!" Han Yu glanced at the two of them and waved his hand lightly.

  "Ah, oh!" The two of them responded in unison, scrambling to their Mercedes-Benz. However, when they got a clear look at the state of their vehicle, the expressions on their faces became even more colorful.

  All the car glass was shattered, the front hood of the car was lifted up, and the rear trunk was smashed out of shape. One door fell off, and the navigation system and dashboard inside were all ruined to the point where they could be sold as scrap metal.

  The most exaggerated thing is that the direction signs next to them were actually all turned upside down and placed on the seats. Zhuo Bu Fan was sitting in the front row, holding a knife, carefully cutting through the lines of cars!

  Mercedes-Benz, this is their Mercedes-Benz!

  In an instant, both of their hearts were almost bleeding with regret.

  "Ugh, you two are really useless, giving up so quickly! Where's the fear? I could have finished dismantling it if you'd just held on a bit longer! I was going to let you save some energy, but now it's too late!" Zhuo Bufan emerged from the car with a look of discontent, his black dagger slicing through the air with a hint of reluctance.

  "What's the point of saving energy?" A young man who was in front couldn't help but ask out of curiosity. But immediately he regretted it and wished he could slap himself on the ears.

  All that can be seen is Zhuo Bu Fan's serious tone: "If you were any later, this car would have been sent directly to the scrapyard. Now it's good, if you want to send it away, you still need to rework it a bit, isn't that tiring?"

  What kind of logic is this? Where did you hit someone, and yet you're still complaining that the other person's face isn't soft enough, the angle isn't good enough, and their hand isn't cooperating with yours well enough? Isn't this just bullying? Mingzi's mouth twitched violently twice, almost laughing out loud.

  Han Yu didn't expect Zhuo Bu Fan's destructive technique to be so standard and efficient. However, the order to smash the car was given by him, and it wasn't good to say anything now, he just glanced at him and said in a low voice: "Let's go!"

  As he spoke, he opened the door of the Porsche and sat down in the driver's seat.

  "You two kids, if you can't find anyone to smash your car for you, just let me know and I'll be right there!" Zhuo Bu Fan seemed to have really gotten into the habit, his expression was dead serious.

  But the more he did so, the two young people opposite him were all the more eager to pounce on him and tear him limb from limb.

  "Well, in that case, I'll leave you a mark so you can recognize me later! But where should the mark be?" Zhuo Bu Fan's eyes rolled around, constantly sizing up the two people.

  Two young men, who were initially as fierce as wolves, now looked like frightened hens, eager to turn around and run away.

  However, Zhuo Bufan didn't give them a chance. He suddenly popped up and slipped past the two of them. The dagger in his hand swung even faster. His long hair flew about, fluttering down, and the two bald heads reflected the morning sun that had just broken through the clouds in the distance!

  "Haha, this time it's done!" Zhuo Bu Fan turned his head to take a look, only then did he walk towards his car with satisfaction.

  Behind him, however, were two young people who were on the verge of tears, their faces filled with expressions of uncertainty as to whether they should be joyful or sorrowful. They couldn't even muster up any thoughts of revenge when the black dagger was flying around their heads, and they truly felt the closeness of death!

  "Boss, why bother with them?" Mingzi sighed and glanced at the back of Han Yu, repeating the words he had swallowed back.

  "If I don't teach them a lesson, who knows how many innocent people will be beaten up by them in the future? Just because someone drives a Benz, they look down on those who drive a Passat? What kind of logic is this? I'm going to teach them a thing or two!"

  Han Yu said faintly, "Although I'm not a good person and didn't think about being one, since we've met, I won't let them bully people, especially my own. Your arm is injured, go find a place to bandage it first and take care of yourself."

  Mingzi's eyes flashed with a hint of emotion and he said softly: "Thank you, boss!"

  "Alright, since you call me boss, why be polite with me?" Han Yu glanced at him and smiled lightly.

  At this time, Zhuo Bu Fan sat in the car and smiled: "Brother, is my skill okay?"

  "Not bad!" Han Yu seriously looked at the two bald heads and the Mercedes-Benz that was even more miserable than the bald head, nodded affirmatively.

  The car slowly started, and when it passed by the two young people, Zhuo Bu Fan stretched out half of his body from the window and said goodbye to them with a lingering tone: "Don't forget, if you can't find anyone to help, come and call me, I'll be there in no time..."