Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 283 - 95: Journey_2

"Treating the highway like it’s your own?"

Zhang Yong heard this and quickly honked the horn.

"Beep beep..."

At the same time, he turned the steering wheel, changing lanes back and forth behind the three cars, trying to squeeze through the gap in the middle, but each time he failed.

Even the emergency lane was blocked by them.

"What’s going on?"

Now, even Zhang Yong was pissed:

"Deliberately blocking people from passing, are you nuts!"

"Hey, buddy!"

Just then, one of the cars in front opened its sunroof, and a person stuck their head out with a megaphone, shouting loudly:

"We’re filming a show ahead, and we’ll need some time. Please be patient, and we will compensate you after we’re done."

"A hundred bucks a minute!"

A hundred bucks a minute, that’s a thousand for ten minutes, six thousand for an hour...

Zhang Yong’s mind raced, and he couldn’t help but marvel.

They sure have a ton of money!

"No need to waste words on them!" At this point, another shout came from a different car, with a young man with green hair sticking his head out:

"Dare to overtake us? We’ll wreck them!"

"Don’t even look at what kind of junk you’re driving. If you scratch or ding our cars, we’ll bankrupt you!"

"Kid!"

Green Hair shouted:

"I don’t care what emergency you have, whether it’s going home for an ancestor’s festival or your wife is giving birth, you can only go after we’re done."

"Otherwise..."

"Just crash into them." Fang Zheng furrowed his brow, uninterested in listening anymore, and said bluntly:

"No need to hold back."

"Got it!"

Zhang Yong, who had practiced martial arts since childhood, had a certain arrogance. Filled with anger and with his boss backing him, he slammed the gas pedal and charged forward.

If anything happens, the boss has your back, so what’s there to fear?

"Vroom..."

The black sedan smashed into the rear of the luxury car.

The target was none other than the luxury car with the green-haired guy.

"Bang!"

The luxury car jolted violently, its direction turning crooked, and Green Hair shouted in shock, quickly sitting back down.

Cars on the highway don’t go slow, and once a car spins out, there’s almost no chance of avoiding disaster.

He just didn’t expect...

Someone would actually dare to crash into him!

In the past, stopping cars like this wasn’t unheard of, but once people saw the cars and plates, nobody dared to make a fuss. Didn’t the people behind know the consequences of doing this?

"Bang!"

The two cars collided again.

The black sedan’s front was visibly dented, while the luxury car had large scrapes, the tires skidding and leaving black marks on the road.

The three cars, due to differing speeds, had some gaps appear.

"Vroom..."

Zhang Yong floored the pedal, the vehicle darting forward, skimming past the three luxury cars. While doing so, he rolled down the window and gave Green Hair the middle finger.

"Haha..."

"So satisfying!"

He smacked the horn excitedly.

The sharp honking made the people behind with the megaphone yell:

"Stop!"

"Didn’t you hear me telling you to stop?"

"And lower the horn volume, you son of a—don’t make trouble!"

"Heh..." Zhang Yong glanced back, seeing Fang Zheng’s unchanged expression, grinned:

"Stop?"

"In your dreams!"

"Can’t use the horn?"

"I’ll honk as much as I want!"

He said while wildly honking and driving, speeding ahead of the luxury cars toward several business vehicles.

They weren’t wrong.

Ahead, indeed, a show was being filmed, with one business car using spotlights, and there was a huge picture of a woman hanging on it.

"Yo!"

Zhang Yong whistled:

"It’s superstar Sun Qianqian, no wonder."

Sun Qianqian is the new sensation in the entertainment industry, a top star, though she hasn’t had any particularly outstanding works, her fanbase is massive. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Moreover...

She is a top-tier heiress.

She rose to fame through variety shows, with a persona of being rich, arrogant, and full of personality. Young people these days seem to love it.

"Drive."

Fang Zheng frowned:

"Forget the rest."

"Sure thing."

Zhang Yong snapped back to attention, quickly nodding, and drove through the business vehicles, ignoring their honking as he sped past.

Behind them.

The sound of blaring horns continued.

Two sports cars broke through the filming crew, heading straight for their car, with a menacing momentum, seemingly trying to teach Zhang Yong a lesson.

The sports cars were incredibly fast.

Even with Zhang Yong pushing the pedal to the floor, the distance between them kept shrinking.

Fang Zheng squinted slightly, then lowered the car window beside him, taking out a coin he carried, and gently tossed it outside.

"Swish!"

The coin flew out of his hand, first pausing, then shooting out like an electromagnetic projectile, straight towards one of the sports car’s tires.

"Pop!"

"Bang!"

The coin pierced the tire, causing an instant blowout.

The sports car lost control, the driver’s face turning pale as he instinctively jerked the steering wheel, inadvertently veering into the other sports car.

"Bang!"

The sound of a crash echoed.

The two sports cars smashed into the highway guardrail.

The crews in the business vehicles behind, as well as the green-haired folks in their luxury cars, were startled, just hoping no one got killed.

......

"Screech..."

The vehicle stopped in front of an inconspicuous hotel.

The hotel was only three stories high, with a simple front desk and a casual sign, likely without many guests.

The driver got out and opened the back door.

"Miss, let’s rest here for the night. The family has sent someone to pick us up, and tomorrow we’ll head back to the Western Continent."

He then looked at the disheveled Wen Lei:

"What about her?"

After a half-day of rushing around, from afternoon to midnight, tied up and mentally strained, Wen Lei’s consciousness was already blurry.

Mu Yu looked over coldly, waving a hand gently:

"Carry her up."

"Understood."

The driver obliged.

Though a woman, she was robustly built, easily lifting Wen Lei with one pull and striding toward the building, unperturbed by curious onlookers.