Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 157 Call Him Uncle Hong An

Seeing three young men fall under Xu Xiangbei’s hands in the blink of an eye, Hua Ji was overjoyed. The multimillion-dollar luxury car was saved.

Hua Ji picked up an iron wrench from the ground and walked fiercely toward the youth on the ground, but was stopped by Xu Xiangbei: "They’re already fractured, no need to finish them off."

Hua Ji picked up the Porsche’s rearview mirror with heartache: "But they smashed my favorite car, the latest Porsche I imported from Germany for five million, only three in the world. If I don’t beat them up, I can’t dispel my anger."

"Their West City Martial Arts School is also a hegemon, there’s no need to make enemies too deeply, let them go. It’s for your own good."

Mentioning the West City Martial Arts School, Hua Ji felt a bit discouraged; those guys are martial artists, not easy to provoke, and had to admit defeat.

The tall youth had already woken up, looked at Xu Xiangbei with complex eyes, and clasped his fists at him: "Brother, your skills are impressive. I concede defeat, could you tell me your name?"

Xu Xiangbei approached the tall young man with an expressionless face.

The tall youth showed a trace of fear in his eyes and instinctively backed away a few steps. The feeling of being unable to breathe and on the brink of death earlier sent chills down his spine; he didn’t want to experience it again.

Seeing the tall youth’s face pale with fear, Xu Xiangbei laughed, playfully adjusting the other’s collar, looking like old friends: "No harm in telling you, my name is Xu Xiangbei, you can call me Dr. Xu. When you see Cui Fatty, give him my regards."

Upon hearing Xu Xiangbei’s name, the tall youth was even more shocked, and his injured companions widened their eyes in fear, forgetting even to moan.

Xu Xiangbei single-handedly defeated Li Sandao’s eight giants and over ten from the West City Martial Arts School, knocking Cui Fatty down with one punch—a widely known event at West City Martial Arts School.

Even more terrifying is that Xu Xiangbei seems familiar with West City Director Zhao Sicheng, using some means to turn Cui Fatty and Lao Qi into firm witnesses for the police, bringing criminals within a fifty-mile radius around the medicinal market to justice, becoming a hero of West City.

Challenging such a powerful hero, isn’t that like a nut trying to crack a stone?

The tall youth said nothing further, supporting his two companions, they fled the Giant Repair Shop, even leaving behind the car they had brought in for repairs.

Xu Xiangbei shouted after them: "Weren’t you here to repair your car? Take it away, then."

Hua Ji mumbled quietly: "That car can just compensate for the damage they caused."

Qian Duoduo perked up at this, straightened his chest, glaring at Hua Ji with justified indignation: "Hua Ji, give me back my refrigerated truck."

Hua Ji glared at Qian Duoduo but, holding back due to Xu Xiangbei nearby, reluctantly made a call: "Ah Rong, bring over the refrigerated truck."

Hua Ji looked disgruntled at the Porsche with the smashed headlights, almost on the verge of tears: "It’s all over now, this car is supposed to be delivered tomorrow. If they find out it was smashed, they definitely won’t want it. I spent five million importing this original item from Germany."

Xu Xiangbei also felt regretful, suggesting: "Why not order new headlights from the manufacturer and install them? With your repair skills, it should be flawless."

Hua Ji said dejectedly: "German original limited edition, probably doesn’t even have stock, where would I find original parts?"

"Can you replace it with another brand?"

"The client isn’t just anyone, it’s the Liu Family’s President Liu in Jiangcheng. For others, maybe, but for them, I wouldn’t dare do it that way. Better to be honest, accept what comes, and let them handle it."

Upon hearing that this car was bought by the Liu Family, Xu Xiangbei’s eyes brightened: "President Liu, that’s Liu Hongan, right?"

Hua Ji’s mind raced, contemplating how to tell Liu Hongan about this, casually asking as Xu Xiangbei mentioned Liu Hongan’s name: "Do you know him?"

Just as Xu Xiangbei was about to speak, Qian Duoduo interjected, with a proud smile: "Who doesn’t know Jiangcheng’s Liu Hongan? My dad is quite familiar with him. If I meet him, I must call him Uncle Hong An. Of course, Dr. Xu has also heard of his name."

Xu Xiangbei smiled lightly: "I’ve heard, I’ve heard."

He stroked the mirror-like shiny body of the Porsche, smooth to the touch, cold, and with full curves, growing fond of it, considering buying this car.

If Liu Hongan really doesn’t want it anymore, he would like to buy it. Though the headlights are broken, replacing them with a similar brand and fixing it would be fine.

With a tense expression, Hua Ji dialed Liu Hongan’s phone number, briefly explaining the situation, after which he heard Liu Hongan’s roaring voice from the phone, and Hua Ji didn’t dare express any dissatisfaction, nodding agreement in fear and trepidation.

After hanging up, Hua Ji collapsed on the ground like a dejected rooster.

Curious, Xu Xiangbei asked: "What’s wrong? What did President Liu say?"

Hua Ji said with grievance: "Of course, President Liu doesn’t want the damaged car anymore. Plus, he wants double the deposit as compensation—two million, my God, it’s killing me."

Qian Duoduo also spoke up for Hua Ji, his chubby face filled with sympathy: "Double the deposit, two million in compensation, you’re really unlucky."

"It’s already not bad. If he wanted me to compensate triple the deposit, I’d still have to agree."

Although Hua Ji isn’t exactly a good person, bullying the weak, he becomes the prey when facing a stronger opponent; it’s the law of the jungle.

Xu Xiangbei laughed: "Qian Duoduo, aren’t you very familiar with Liu Hongan, calling him Uncle Hong An? Why don’t you help Hua Ji talk to him, have the deposit refunded, no need for double compensation."

Feeling hopeful, Hua Ji looked at Qian Duoduo, whose face turned red with embarrassment, smiling awkwardly: "Hehe, my dad is familiar with him, not me. I’ve never met him, can’t help Brother Hua Ji plead."

Xu Xiangbei stifled a laugh: "Save people to the end, send Buddha to the West. I’ll help you once more."

Hua Ji felt like dying: "What do you plan to do? Can you really help me? Just help me commit suicide; I’m cursed, I don’t want to live."

"I’ll call Liu Hongan and explain the situation. As for whether he decides to help you, I can’t guarantee anything."

Qian Duoduo was filled with curiosity: "Are you familiar with him?"

Xu Xiangbei joked: "Not familiar, I also call him Uncle Hong An."

Thinking Xu Xiangbei was teasing him, Qian Duoduo quickly waved his hands, begging for mercy: "Dr. Xu, don’t make fun of me, I was wrong. I’ll treat you to a seafood feast later."

Hua Ji also thought Xu Xiangbei was joking, worried but not taking it seriously, sighing: "Car God, your refrigerated truck will arrive soon, take the car and leave. If we meet again, just say hello; if we don’t, don’t hate me anymore."

Xu Xiangbei dialed Liu Hongan’s number: "Uncle Hong An, I’m at Hua Ji’s repair shop, heard he said you bought a Porsche that got smashed—very unlucky."