"Hmph, you can't catch me."

At this moment, Viscount Gusa also noticed the vehicle pursuing him from a distance. Immediately, he floored the accelerator, and the Maybach roared to life, overtaking one car after another.

In this chase, the distance between the Maserati and the Maybach wasn't closing; instead, it was showing a trend of increasing.

"That foreign devil's car is just too fast."

Qin Yang's face sank.

This doesn't mean Qin Yang's driving skills are poor. In fact, under the control of the Divine Sense, the car was already performing at its maximum, most perfect speed amid the traffic flow.

However, the Maserati Quattroporte is a four-door, four-seater and doesn't belong to the sports car category, so compared to the fully unleashed Maybach, it's slightly slower.

Qin Yang drove the Maserati into the city center, but the Maybach had already disappeared from sight in the traffic.

"That foreign devil got away."

Qin Yang's expression darkened, and he immediately dialed a phone number, instructing Zhao Hui to dispatch Yunshui City's underground forces to search for the trace of that foreigner with all their might.

He hung up the phone, his face slightly tense, his eyes flickering with a cold glimmer.

As his business empire grew larger and larger, more and more people coveted it. First, it was the Asakawa Clan from Japan, and now it was the Western werewolves.

The strength of these two adversaries shouldn't be underestimated. However, Qin Yang was not one to be easily intimidated.

"Come on, I'll just kill all of you."

Qin Yang said coldly.

Whether it's Western werewolves or Japanese ninjas, they can just be stepping stones on his path of Immortal Cultivation. Otherwise, the road of cultivation would be too monotonous.

"Since I'm back in the city, I should go to the company and spend some time with Sister Ruan."

Qin Yang stretched lazily. Having broken through to the Immortal Master Realm, he now needed to relax his mind a bit.

Just as Qin Yang was about to drive to find Ruan Xinxue, his gaze caught sight of a somewhat familiar person through the window.

It was now the afternoon, and the weather was quite hot. At an intersection, a beautiful woman wearing denim shorts and a white short-sleeved shirt, with her black ponytail tied behind her, looked clean and refreshing.

She was holding a thermal lunch box, occasionally checking the time, and anxiously looking for a taxi on the road.

However, the cabs were already occupied, despite her raising her hand twice, she still failed to flag down a taxi.

Shua!

Just as Ning Xin was waiting for a cab, a black Mercedes stopped in front of her.

"Miss, where are you heading? I'll give you a ride."

The window rolled down, and a middle-aged man with a shaved head asked with a grin.

That middle-aged man wore a heavy gold chain around his neck, as well as a gold ring on his hand, exuding the air of a nouveau riche.

"No, thank you."

Ning Xin shook her head.

She knew what these people were thinking, so she told the middle-aged man her thanks and took a few steps forward to distance herself from the black Mercedes, clearly not wanting any association with the bald man.

At this moment, Ning Xin spotted an empty taxi, and just as she was about to flag it down, the black Mercedes followed her again, making her frown slightly.

"Miss, you seem to be in a hurry for a ride. How about I give you a lift, or maybe we grab a drink together?"

However, the bald man didn't give up. The Mercedes slowly moved forward a bit and then stopped in front of Ning Xin again.

"No, thank you."

The stiffness in Ning Xin's voice was evident as she clutched the lunch box and prepared to walk forward.

However, the rear door of the black Mercedes opened, and two tattooed young men got out, blocking Ning Xin's way.

"Miss, our Dragon Brother is inviting you for a drink. Don't be ungrateful, or else if Dragon Brother gets angry, the consequences could be serious."

One of the young men said in a low voice.

"Yeah, it's a hot day. Join us at the bar, Miss."

The other young man joked.

"I'm a journalist. If you keep blocking my way, I don't mind calling the police."

Ning Xin frowned, her voice turning cold.

"Oh, a journalist, Dragon Brother is terrified. The three of us just like standing here. What's the police gonna do about it?"

The bald man, who called himself Dragon Brother, got out of the Mercedes with a smile, and the three of them blocked Ning Xin's path.

Seeing the shameless demeanor of these three, Ning Xin's pretty face slightly darkened.

"Miss, I suggest you obediently come for a drink with us. Otherwise, we'll force you into the car, and that won't look good for anyone."

Dragon Brother stroked the gold ring on his hand, looking smug as he spoke with a smile.

"Yeah, Miss, let's go."

"Don't worry, our Dragon Brother is a well-known entrepreneur in town and won't mistreat you."

The two young men chimed in.

"I say, you three dirtbags, driving a used Mercedes to try and pick up girls?"

Just as Dragon Brother had a smug expression, a mocking voice sounded.

Upon hearing the taunting voice, Dragon Brother's face immediately darkened, and he looked in the direction of the sound.

A red, elegant Maserati Quattroporte was parked by the roadside, and a young man was leaning against its headlight, staring at the three with a face full of mockery.

Upon seeing that figure, Ning Xin's eyes sparkled with a hint of surprise, clearly not expecting to run into him here.

This "him" was Qin Yang.

"Kid, are you talking about us?!"

Dragon Brother's face immediately darkened.

"That's right, only you three fit the definition of dirtbags here. Dirtbags are dirtbags, no matter how you dress them up."

Qin Yang nodded naturally, mocking them.

"Bastard, no one has dared to call Dragon Brother a dirtbag in the past two years."

Dragon Brother's face turned extremely gloomy.

Ever since he made a fortune in the past two years by selling construction sand in town, he started driving a Mercedes and keeping a few goons. He hated being called a dirtbag.

"Oh, right, I should say you're not just dirtbags, but dirtbags with a seriously low IQ. Trying to force someone into a car in broad daylight—how are the police not arresting you yet, it's unjust."

Qin Yang taunted with a mocking face.

"Asshole, go beat that kid to death for me."

Dragon Brother was furious. Once he had money, the thing he hated most was others looking down on him. Immediately, he gestured to the two young men and yelled.

"Yes, Dragon Brother."

The two young men nodded and charged toward Qin Yang.

"Qin Yang, let's call the police."

Seeing the situation, Ning Xin quickly reached for a mobile phone from a small pouch she carried, but just as she was about to make a call, her movements froze, and her beautiful face went blank.

Bang! Bang!

After two swift kicks, the two figures flew up, then landed heavily on the hood of the Mercedes with their back ends first. Their heads hit the car's window, and they rolled off the hood, clutching their stomachs and bloodied heads as they began to wail in pain.

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