Chapter 441: Chapter 441: Lending a Helping Hand

Suddenly, Xu Xiangbei’s eyes sharpened. With his extraordinary hearing, he picked up the sound of rapid footsteps approaching quickly from the woods along the road.

He glanced at Su Xinyu, who was staring at him triumphantly, intending to say something but swallowed his words.

He leisurely said, "Your Ah Zhong is going to be miserable."

Su Xinyu sneered, "Ah Zhong can fight so well, driving away all these little punks. You say he’s miserable, are you talking nonsense, making a fool of yourself?"

A cold voice came, "You dare to mess with my little brothers, if you have the guts, come at me."

A burly and strong man ran out from the woods, tightly gripping a pair of nunchaku, and pointed aggressively at Ah Zhong.

Xu Xiangbei’s lips curled into a mysterious cold smile. This burly man was none other than the one he had thrown into the lake at Beihai Park that day.

Ah Zhong was in high spirits, having driven away so many people; he swung a steel pipe at the burly man.

However, the burly man had Martial Arts skills and was the leader of these Shamate youths. His pair of nunchaku danced with such vigor and power.

While the man’s skills with his weapon were not weak, on the same day when he faced Xu Xiangbei, he could not use any moves, and was thrown into the water at the first meeting.

The burly man twirled the nunchaku tightly, and each move countered another. Though Ah Zhong made the Shamate youths cry for their mothers and fathers, he was not a match for the burly man.

His head and shoulders received multiple blows from the burly man’s nunchaku, bleeding profusely. Another heavy blow struck his forehead, and blood flowed down, blocking his sight, making him dizzy as he collapsed to the ground.

Su Xinyu turned pale with fright, not expecting his most trusted bodyguard to be taken down by the opponent.

The Shamates surrounded the Lincoln car, shouting loudly, "Come out, get down from the car."

Su Xinyu glanced at Gu Xiangyi. In front of the beauty he admired, although he was extremely scared, he forced himself to act like a man and got out of the car.

The burly man smashed the front headlight with a single stick, roaring triumphantly, "Daring to be arrogant in front of Wei Hai, you’re courting death."

Su Xinyu tremblingly said, "Stop, if you damage my car, you have to pay for it."

"Pay? I’ll show you how I smash your car."

The burly man struck again, smashing the Lincoln car emblem into pieces, causing the Shamate youths to scream and whistle.

Su Xinyu was pushed against the car door by the man’s stick, turning pale with fright, unable to maintain the pretense, he shouted for help.

Ah Rong and Gu Xiangyi both looked at Xu Xiangbei.

Ah Rong’s eyes turned combative, wanting Xu Xiangbei to agree to let her get out and beat up the man, but she knew Xu Xiangbei disliked Su Xinyu, and there was no need to stick up for him.

Gu Xiangyi pointed at her wine glass, implying that since they’ve been treated with drink, they should help out.

Knowing Gu Xiangyi meant for him to take action, Xu Xiangbei shrugged, saying gently to the outside of the car, "Alright, you’ve smashed the emblem, beaten the people, let them go."

The burly man, intending to continue teasing the playboy Su Xinyu, heard someone’s voice from inside the car. The voice sounded a bit familiar, very much like the one causing him nightmares at night.

He jumped back warily, pointing at the Lincoln car with the nunchaku, shouting ferociously, "Who, who was talking, come out, get down from the car, don’t hide in there like a turtle."

The blond, pretending to be fierce, also shouted, "Get down here, don’t hide in the car."

Those Shamate youths followed suit, "Get down, get the hell down."

Amidst the shouting for a fight, Xu Xiangbei pushed open the car door and got out, humming a tune, holding a glass of red wine with a lazy expression.

Su Xinyu glared at Xu Xiangbei with disdain, thinking, you can’t avoid it now, you’re in trouble too. Although he hated these Shamates, he hoped they would beat up Xu Xiangbei as well.

But to everyone’s surprise, when Xu Xiangbei got out of the car, the blond, the burly man, and some of the Shamates who had seen Xu Xiangbei before and were thrown into the lake by him, were instantly silent with fear, their eyes filled with terror.

Suddenly, it was quiet at the scene.

Su Xinyu was utterly surprised, thinking why aren’t these guys hitting him? He is so arrogant, sipping wine and walking around, why aren’t these thugs taking action?

He noticed something was wrong. The blond was trembling in front of Xu Xiangbei. Though he was fierce earlier, shouting to him to get out of the car, upon seeing Xu Xiangbei, his body trembled like a sieve; his teeth chattering, afraid to speak, his forehead covered with sweating beads.

Xu Xiangbei smiled, holding the wine glass, lightly sipping the fine wine, and walked leisurely to the blond, his tone amiable as if greeting an old friend, "Kid, what did I tell you last time?"

The blond knelt down with a thump, "Big Brother, I just got out of the hospital today, had a couple of drinks, I drank too much, got a little carried away. I didn’t do anything bad, just rode the motorcycle around."

Xu Xiangbei smiled wickedly, staring intently into the blond’s eyes.

The blond felt as if he was staring into the eyes of a Demon, cried sorrowfully, showing his plaster-cast-covered ankle, "Big Brother, please spare me, my bones haven’t healed yet, I just came out for a ride, did nothing, didn’t even scratch a bit of the paint, really, if you don’t believe me, ask them."

In front of Xu Xiangbei, the blond appeared like a child admitting a mistake.

Xu Xiangbei laughed, "Good kid, if you really haven’t done anything wrong, you don’t need to fear me."

Xu Xiangbei turned and walked towards their boss.

The burly man saw Xu Xiangbei approaching him, felt a chill rising from the back of his spine, his face turning ashen, unable to hold onto his nunchaku as it fell to the ground.

If the blond did nothing wrong, then he himself was undoubtedly guilty, not only injuring Ah Zhong but also smashing the Lincoln car’s emblem.

He stared fixedly at Xu Xiangbei; in his eyes, Xu Xiangbei’s smiling face was not a friendly one, but a horrifyingly twisted Demon-like visage.

He could no longer maintain his composure, suddenly turning to flee.

Just like when he ran out of the woods, he moved quickly, and just as quickly, dashed back into the woods.

But no matter how fast he ran, he couldn’t match the speed of the steel pipe in Xu Xiangbei’s hand.

Xu Xiangbei kicked forcefully, sending a steel pipe flying from the ground.

The steel pipe, like an arrow off the string, traced a bright trajectory in the air, hitting the burly man’s ankle directly.

The man let out a heart-wrenching cry, falling to the ground, clutching his leg and wailing continuously.

The Shamate youths were pale with fright, truly afraid Xu Xiangbei would come after them with a steel pipe too.

Ah Zhong, clutching his head wound, looked at Xu Xiangbei in amazement, not expecting that once Xu Xiangbei made his move, it would be like a god’s assistance. In his eyes, Xu Xiangbei was no longer a rogue, but a mighty War God.