Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

Chapter 520 - 519: Just Get Lost!

Qin Heng drove his black BMW to the Liu Family Mansion.

Today was the birthday celebration for the Old Patriarch of the Liu family, and an immense number of people had come to offer their congratulations. After all, the Lius were considered a prestigious family in Beijing, and many were eager to curry favor with them. Unable to find an opportunity on normal days, they seized the chance of the Old Patriarch's birthday to present gifts and pay their respects.

Gifts piled up like mountains, and luxury cars arrived in a deluge—such descriptions were no exaggeration! The guests were all prominent figures in the eyes of ordinary people, a clear testament to how illustrious the Liu family currently was.

Qin Heng, sitting in his car, watched the endless stream of well-wishers at the Liu Family Mansion. A sneer touched his lips. Such splendor, all built by trampling on the Daqin Group.

Everything the Liu family now possessed! It could almost all be attributed to the Daqin Group, to his parents, Qin Fa and Liu Shuyu!

But even so, it wasn't enough to satisfy the Liu family's insatiable greed!

A cold glint flashed in Qin Heng's eyes. Today, it's time to get to the bottom of a few things. He even suspected that the Liu family might have orchestrated the car accident that killed his parents and sister in his previous life.

After all, the Liu family had always wished for Liu Shuyu's death. The family's Old Patriarch had once considered Liu Shuyu, his illegitimate daughter, a disgrace to the family—his own personal shame!

BANG!

Qin Heng got out of the car and closed the door, then heard laughter around him.

"Hahaha! Whose ignorant kid is this? Daring to show up at the Liu family's place in a mere BMW! How is a junker like this even qualified to be here? Hilarious!"

"Seriously! Does he have no self-awareness? This is the Liu family's estate; they might even become the future masters of the Daqin Group! And he dares to come offer congratulations in a BMW? Isn't he afraid of being thrown out?"

"Now, now. I'd say this BMW model is worth around three million. That's just a tad worse than the cars our security guards drive, hahaha!"

These were some of the guests on their way to the Liu family's celebration, all mocking Qin Heng's car.

A BMW worth over three million! In their eyes, it was utter trash, no different from a scrap collector's vehicle—far too low-class, simply rubbish!

After all, over a hundred luxury cars were parked outside the Liu Family Mansion, the cheapest among them a Ferrari worth at least nine million! The most expensive was a globally limited-edition Porsche, valued at no less than twenty million!

Now *that's* what you call a luxury car! *This* is a luxury car!

And what kind of family were the Lius? Countless company CEOs were trying every conceivable means to visit, hoping to forge connections with them. They all aimed to ride the coattails of the Daqin Group and achieve rapid development!

Many executives had spent a fortune on this birthday visit. Their sole aim was to leave a good impression on the Liu family's Old Patriarch. They hoped he would see them as people of decent standing, remember them, and perhaps even grant them a personal audience!

That would be an enormous opportunity! But now, this fellow had the nerve to show up in a junk car—what was *that* supposed to mean? It was like he was dragging down the standards for all of us well-wishers.

That's why so many people couldn't stand Qin Heng! The main concern was that Old Patriarch Liu might perceive the caliber of well-wishers as too low and refuse to meet them, rendering all their efforts futile.

"Kid, don't bother getting out of the car, just scram."

A young man in a red suit couldn't resist approaching Qin Heng. With a look of disdain, he sneered, "Driving a shitty car worth a mere three million—are you trying to fucking insult us? Scram! Get the hell out of here, now! Don't ruin our chances of wishing Old Patriarch Liu a happy birthday!"

"Haha! What a coincidence, Young Master Qian. I was thinking the exact same thing." Another young man, this one in a black suit, also approached. "This is Young Master Qian, son of the Tianxing Energy Group's chairman. His family's assets exceed three billion."

"My name is Xu Tao. My father is the chairman of Shenfang Pharmaceutical Group; our family's assets are modest, only around five billion or so. How does a pauper like you, driving a three-million-yuan piece of junk, have the audacity to come here? Are you out of your mind?"

Everybody around burst into laughter, all mocking Qin Heng.

"Hahaha! He's definitely sick in the head! Absolutely bonkers! Driving a three-million-yuan piece-of-shit BMW to the Liu family's place! Is he here to fucking beg?"

"Exactly! Exactly! Everyone, quick, open this kid's car door! Let's see if it's stuffed with loose change. I bet it is! Beggars always hoard their pennies! Hahaha!"

"What the fuck! Why would a broke-ass like you come to the Liu family's place? Scram, idiot! Don't hang around here dragging down the tone of the entire street!"

Not a single person had any respect for Qin Heng. In Beijing's upper or middle-class circles, the car one drove usually represented one's status. To these people, Qin Heng's three-million-yuan BMW was undoubtedly synonymous with being a pauper.

Xu Tao looked down at Qin Heng with arrogance, pointed a finger at his nose, and spat, "Did you hear that, you pauper? Scram! Get the fuck out of this street immediately! Don't you dare fucking ruin my chance to celebrate Old Patriarch Liu's birthday!"

That Young Master Qian from Tianxing Energy Group also chimed in arrogantly, "Scram! If you don't leave now, I'll make you!" He even raised his fist, clearly not taking Qin Heng seriously in the slightest.

BANG! BANG!!

Suddenly, with two dull thuds, both Young Master Qian and Xu Tao were sent flying. Qin Heng had kicked each of them, sending them sprawling to the ground more than ten meters away.

"Aaargh!"

"Ahhh! It hurts! It hurts so much!!"

Young Master Qian and Xu Tao lay curled up on the ground, trembling and screaming incessantly in agony. Their faces were contorted, and cold sweat poured down, clearly indicating excruciating pain.

"Insignificant insects. So noisy." Qin Heng snorted coldly, not even deigning to lift his eyelids. He completely ignored Young Master Qian, Xu Tao, and the surrounding crowd, then walked towards the Liu Family Mansion.

CLANG!!

BANG! BANG! BANG!!!

However, at that very moment, the sounds of shattering glass and colliding metal rang out. A young man in his twenties, having somehow procured a large sledgehammer, appeared! He brought it down directly on the front windshield of Qin Heng's car, shattering the glass. Then, he swung the sledgehammer wildly, repeatedly striking the car's hood!

In no time at all, the BMW, worth over three million, was smashed to smithereens!

CLANG!

With a final deafening crash, the young man smashed Qin Heng's car door, twisting and denting it so badly that the latch broke and the door sprang open.

The young man, wielding the sledgehammer, exuded an air of superiority. "You little bastard! Take your trash car and scram!" he yelled. "I'm Guo Ying of the Guo family! We're backed by the Huo family, one of Beijing's top-tier families!"

"If you've got a problem with it, come find me at the Guo family's place! Damn it! If it weren't Old Patriarch Liu's birthday banquet today, I'd smash your fucking head in with this sledgehammer! Now, scram!!!"