Return to the City: The Strongest King-Chapter 1795 - 1725: Smashing the Car

"What kind of crappy car are you driving, daring to bring out this junk and not feeling embarrassed!" The rich young master stood in front of Song Xiaodong's car, kicked the front of the car.

Chu Xianling was a low-key person, and this car was the cheapest from the Xianling Family.

Upon hearing the young master's words, Chu Xianling's face didn't look too good.

Not sure which family's young master is so arrogant.

Song Xiaodong and his two wives also got out of the car.

Soon, a crowd gathered around, discussing and taking photos with their phones.

The two cars together are worth at least fifty million, such a scene is rare even in Beijing.

"This Rolls-Royce, selling the whole car can barely compensate for a Bugatti Veyron." A passerby said.

"What bad luck for him."

"Ah, they're all rich people."

After hearing the passerby's words, the young master got even more arrogant, crossed his arms, raised his head and said to Song Xiaodong, "My Bugatti is forty million, can you afford to pay? If not, hurry up and get lost!"

"The owner of this car is rich enough not to demand compensation from the one driving the Rolls-Royce. Anyway, he can't afford it. Letting him leave is quite a bargain." The onlookers whispered among themselves.

"It's just a crappy car, what's so great about it, what's your problem!" Chu Xianling was a bit annoyed, after all, it was her car. If she'd known it would be looked down upon, she should have driven the Maybach Landaulet sent by her grandfather last year. Although the original price was just twenty-five million, it was globally limited to twenty units, and now you can't buy it for less than fifty million.

"Oh, driving this crappy car and still managing to chase girls, and two at that, these women must be cheap."

"Slap!" Song Xiaodong swung his hand with a slap.

The young master spun around, came to his senses, and had a clear handprint on his face.

"You hit me?" The young master was stunned.

"I hit you, so what?" Song Xiaodong said calmly, holding back his anger.

"Do you know who I am? I'm from the Chen Family, your car has a Beijing license plate too, if you don't know me, you're wasting your time here!" The young master waved his hand, and a few bodyguards came forward to beat Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong swiftly piled up the big men together and tossed them into the greenery.

Upon hearing this, Song Xiaodong thought, well, Chen Family.

Song Xiaodong thought highly of the Chen Family, Patriarch Chen and Chen Lin managed them well, never expected such a Mischievous Devil among the younger generation.

Furthermore, when Song Xiaodong treated the old man's illness, this young master wasn't present.

"Well, young man, you can fight, right? But can you beat the police?" The young master made a call.

"Hello, is that Xiao Liu? Some idiot crashed into my car and hit my guys, hurry up and come!"

The nearby patrol officers were already on the scene, the young master directly handed them the phone. The officer receiving the call wore a flattering expression, nodding repeatedly, "Yes, yes, don't worry, don't worry, definitely, definitely."

After hearing the instructions from his superior, the attitudes of several officers changed significantly, bowing and handing a cigarette to the young master.

"Young Master Chen, calm down, we will handle this seriously."

Turning around, the officers' smiling faces suddenly turned harsh.

"What's your name?" The tone was very stern.

Song Xiaodong sat on the hood of Chu Xianling's car, without lifting his eyelids.

"I'm asking you something!" The officer got a bit angry, nudged Song Xiaodong with a baton.

Song Xiaodong raised his head, a fierce look in his eyes.

The officer took a step back in fright, involuntarily glanced at the four unconscious big men in the greenery.

"Show me your driver's license." The officer demanded.

"I don't have one." Song Xiaodong had traveled by plane and didn't have a license.

"No license, that's driving without a permit, cuff him!"

"Idiot, driving out a crappy car without a license, hitting my guys, off to jail you go, and pay for my car too." Young Master Chen finally felt avenged.

Soon, Xiao Liu from the phone arrived, riding a police motorbike with a huge helmet, his face full of fat, his belly covering the bike.

"Young Master Chen, are you alright?" Xiao Liu also nodded humbly to Young Master Chen.

"I'm fine, he hit me, hit my guys, crashed my car, no driver's license!" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"The Rolls-Royce owner is fully responsible. Sir, please come with us." Xiao Liu judged like a God.

"I'm fully responsible, so should I pay up?" Song Xiaodong remained calm.

"You pay, hahahaha, do you know how much my car is worth, can you afford it?" Young Master Chen felt even prouder.

"You compensate me fifty million, apologize to me, and this matter is settled, otherwise you pay up and head to jail." Young Master Chen thought Song Xiaodong had caved in, trying to extort money.

"Fine, I'll pay. Tell me the account number."

Song Xiaodong transferred five million to Young Master Chen.

"Now apologize to me, and it's done." Young Master Chen shook his head in arrogance, his sunglasses gleaming.

"Did I say I would apologize to you?" Song Xiaodong stared at Young Master Chen, his gaze cold.

"I gave you the money, your crappy car is mine now."

After speaking, Song Xiaodong turned, jumped up, leaping two meters high, landing directly on the roof of the Bugatti Veyron, "bang", the roof was dented.

"Such a lousy car, thin as paper, I dare not only crash, but also smash it."

"Such a junk car, I use it just for a smash!" Song Xiaodong jumped twice more, the Bugatti Veyron's engine hood dented, the glass shattered, the rear iron cover was bent up.

Young Master Chen watched in anguish, shaking with rage, pointing a trembling finger at Xiao Liu, "Arrest him!"