Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 156: Reaching an Understanding

Xu Xiangbei looked down through the glass and saw that the three young men were arguing with the repairmen over the car repair fees.

The repairmen in this area were local ruffians and bullies; they didn’t take these young men seriously. They picked up wrenches and other repair tools, surrounding the young men with an attitude that they wouldn’t let them leave without paying.

Who would have thought, these three were skilled fighters, moving swiftly. With little effort, they seized the iron rods and wrenches, and knocked the repairmen to the ground.

By the time Hua Ji rushed downstairs, the chaotic fight was over. The repairmen were sprawled on the ground, clutching their arms, unable to move, and groaning loudly.

The three young men waved their wrenches as they walked toward Hua Ji, and one of them recognized him: "It’s this guy, he’s the boss here, demanding twenty thousand for repair fees from us."

The two bodyguards were also former repairmen, but they liked bodybuilding and built up muscles to back Brother Hua Ji.

Seeing their comrades lying on the ground, knowing they were no match either, the two exchanged glances, abandoned Hua Ji, and ran off.

Hua Ji’s eyes were wide open in shock. He wanted to run too, but before he could make it out the door, one of the young men hit his ankle with a wrench, causing him to fall to the ground, tears streaming from the pain.

Hua Ji was surrounded by the three, trembling with fear, and knelt down, begging for mercy: "Brothers, I’ll waive the repair fees, just let us go."

The leading young man didn’t relent, sneering coldly: "You bastard, charging us twenty thousand just for a repaint, and trying to beat us up when we refuse? Do you think it’s easy to bully people from the West City Martial Arts School?"

Xu Xiangbei, who had been observing everything from upstairs, couldn’t help but laugh when he heard them mention their affiliation.

So they were from the West City Martial Arts School. Although these three couldn’t compare to Fatty Cui or Li Sandao, they were trained, and their skills far surpassed these repairmen who rely on physical labor.

The three young men, hearing Xu Xiangbei’s laughter and feeling mocked, glared angrily upward at him.

The tall young leader, in a reprimanding tone, asked: "Kid, who are you? Are you making fun of us?"

Xu Xiangbei quickly shook his head, looking terrified, and said: "I’m not familiar with them. How could I dare make fun of you? I laughed because I know Fatty Cui from your school. My laugh was out of fondness, not mockery."

The three young men glanced contemptuously at Xu Xiangbei, assuming he was trying to distance himself out of fear, but hearing him say he knew Fatty Cui, their expressions softened.

They banged on the luxury cars being modified with the large wrenches in their hands, creating loud clanging sounds, making Hua Ji’s face turn pale.

The more scared and nervous Hua Ji got, the more they enjoyed it.

Hua Ji, with a tearful face, bowed and pleaded: "Brothers, these cars are worth millions, all left here for modification. Please don’t damage them, I beg you."

However, Hua Ji’s groveling didn’t earn their sympathy, but instead excited them further.

One young man smirked wickedly and suddenly swung the iron rod, shattering a headlight of a Porsche, scattering glass everywhere.

The Porsche had a silver body, radiating a silver hue under the light, with a golden Porsche emblem embedded on the body, looking mighty and imposing.

Its four wheels were painted a vibrant, fiery red, particularly eye-catching, resembling a silver fortress built on flames.

Seeing such a fine car having its lights smashed, Xu Xiangbei felt a bit distressed, thinking it was a great waste.

Hua Ji cried loudly, as if what was shattered wasn’t the headlight, but his heart,

It was imported from Germany, intended to be sold to a wealthy socialite after modification. There were only three in Huaxia, each worth five million. If ruined, it’s like plucking all Jichen’s feathers.

Noticing they hit Hua Ji’s sore spot, the young men let out vengeful laughs.

The tall young man said maliciously: "Little guy, I’ll let you know the consequences of offending us. Brothers, smash all the cars here."

Boom, boom, the tail lights of the Porsche were also smashed to pieces, and the rearview mirrors weren’t spared.

Initially, seeing the young men knocking the repairmen down, Xu Xiangbei thought Hua Ji deserved it.

But their ferocity in smashing cars made Xu Xiangbei perceive them as more detestable and destructive, more annoying than Hua Ji.

Xu Xiangbei leisurely walked over to Hua Ji: "Seeing you like this, I’ll tell you what: tell us where the refrigerated truck is, and I’ll make them stop smashing your cars, how about that?"

Hua Ji, sitting in a daze on the ground, sobbing and sniffling, felt like he was going to die, having a feeling of heaven and earth not responding; upon hearing Xu Xiangbei’s words, he suddenly sat up straight, eagerly grabbing Xu Xiangbei’s hand: "Car God, is that true?"

"When Xu Xiangbei says something, it’s true, I won’t lie."

"Alright, just make them stop, I’ll definitely tell you where the refrigerated truck is."

Having reached an understanding with Hua Ji, Xu Xiangbei clapped his hands, drawing the attention of the three young men.

He smiled and said: "Alright, guys, you’ve smashed cars and beaten people, your anger should be vented. No need to smash all the cars here, they are worth at least tens of millions. Though Hua Ji is detestable, he doesn’t deserve to die."

The three young men, delighted by their spree, exchanged glances upon hearing Xu Xiangbei’s words. They shook the wrenches in their hands and walked over coldly.

Qian Duoduo, seeing them coming, retreated involuntarily, pulling Xu Xiangbei’s sleeve: "Dr. Xu, you shouldn’t get involved. People from the West City Martial Arts School are lunatics. I’d rather mess with Hua Ji than them."

The leading young man sneered: "Kid, don’t think that knowing Fatty Cui, we’ll spare you. If you’re looking for trouble, we won’t be blamed."

Whoosh, the tall young man raised the wrench, with a fierce wind, aiming it at Xu Xiangbei’s head.

How vicious, just for suggesting they stop, they were ready to smash his head with a wrench. These three were no different from Fatty Cui.

Xu Xiangbei’s face turned cold, he lightly dodged the wrench, and with a swift palm strike at the tall young man’s throat.

The tall young man, as if choked, opened his mouth wide, slowly collapsing.

Although it wasn’t a fatal blow, it rendered the tall young man obviously out of combat.

The other two young men were stunned, not expecting their leader to be unable to withstand a single blow.

They charged fiercely, waving iron rods like ferocious wolves baring their sharp teeth, terrifying to behold.

But Xu Xiangbei remained calm and composed. With a light flick of his toes, a large iron wrench crafted from fine steel was in his hand.

He swung the wrench fiercely, not only knocking the iron rods out of their hands but also making them clutch their wrists and cry out in excruciating pain, their wrists forcibly broken by Xu Xiangbei.