While the scene of over twenty supercars driving was quite spectacular.
Xiao Wu didn't think much of it and hurried into the Da Xian Luxury Cars showroom.
The moment he stepped inside, he froze.
Wasn't that Song Yunfan, the crown prince of Ying Tian Group?
And next to him, wasn't that Lin Shiyou, the famously foolish son of a landlord in Jinling?
And over there, wasn't that Brother Biao, a big name in the underworld?
Who the hell were these gods causing trouble here?
"Mr. Lin, Young Master Song, Brother Biao..."
Despite his shock, the man immediately greeted Lin Shiyou and the others.
His legs, however, wouldn't stop trembling.
"You know me?" Lin Shiyou raised an eyebrow.
In fact, besides him, the other two remained silent.
It was no wonder; in Jinling, there were few influential people who didn't know them.
Why ask such a question!
Of course, the foolish son of a landlord was not among them!
"Landlord... ah, no, my big brother is Jin He..." In his haste, Xiao Wu almost blurted out Lin Shiyou's nickname, but thankfully he caught himself in time, otherwise Lin Shiyou would have surely lost his temper.
"Who is this 'Jin He' punk?" Lin Shiyou smacked his lips.
"Young Master Lin, I know this Jin He kid. He's mixed up with Xiao Huan," Brother Biao stepped forward and said.
Hearing this, Xiao Wu wiped a bead of non-existent cold sweat from his forehead.
Xiao Huan... only Brother Biao would dare call him that.
Who in Jinling didn't know that Brother Huan was once under Brother Biao's wing?
But so what?
Were they powerful?
Even the most formidable of these underground figures were like rats that couldn't see the light of day.
One wrong move, or an old score dug up, and they'd be fitted with a pair of silver bracelets.
As for being able to fight?
Heh!
Even the strongest fighter can't stand against a crowd!
Lin Shiyou could easily throw out a million or two, and there would be plenty of people willing to betray you!
"Xiao Huan, wasn't he once under you?" Lin Shiyou finally realized, then looked at Xiao Wu and chuckled.
"So, your big brother's big brother's big brother is Brother Biao?"
"Young Master Lin, you... you are correct..."
Xiao Wu clicked his tongue, inwardly grumbling.
Did it really take you this long to figure that out...
"Are you the one he was talking about, the one who was supposed to make me leave here on a stretcher? Is this idiot you called for?" Lin Shiyou glanced at Daoba, then at Xiao Wu.
"Young Master Lin, you flatter me too much. If I had known it was you here, I wouldn't have dared to come, not even with the guts of a bear and the heart of a leopard!" Xiao Wu wailed.
"So, if it were someone else, you'd come? And if my sister-in-law weren't here, you'd have prepared to make her leave on a stretcher?" Lin Shiyou's temper flared, and he rolled up his sleeves, ready to beat Xiao Wu.
But as soon as he spoke.
Xiao Wu's pants were almost wet!
"Young Master Lin, it's a misunderstanding, an absolute misunderstanding! How could I have the nerve! It's just that this Daoba owner, Da Xian, is a big internet celebrity, and we usually give him some face..."
"However, these brothers of mine are all civilized people. They came here to reason things out! Xian Shang Ren Jian was just shut down, who in Jinling would dare cause trouble now!"
"Oh? So your brothers are all civilized people?" Lin Shiyou raised an eyebrow, glancing at the seven or eight men Xiao Wu brought with him.
Indeed, they were burly, fierce-looking, tattooed and scarred, and ugly as sin.
Civilized people, makes sense!
"Yes, yes, yes!" Xiao Wu nodded.
"But... I'm not very cultured," Lin Shiyou said, tugging at his thick gold chain with a sinister grin.
"Young Master Lin... what do you mean?" Xiao Wu was confused.
"This idiot just said that if I didn't pay twenty thousand, that twenty thousand would be my medical expenses. I've agreed to pay, and I'm going to pay two million. So... you, kid, smash all the cars in his shop, and then help me beat him into the hospital, and we'll call it even." Lin Shiyou said.
"Huh?" Xiao Wu was stunned.
This Daoba usually paid him quite handsomely...
"Heh heh, I won't ask for this two million back once I throw it out. Today, either you use this money, or he does." Lin Shiyou said with a light smile.
The next second.
Xiao Wu no longer hesitated.
Damn it!
Better a dead friend than a living oneself!
With a shout, the seven or eight thugs who were originally there to help Daoba went all out, smashing up the Da Xian Luxury Cars showroom.
Before long, dozens of cars in the showroom were smashed to pieces.
"Where's the medical expenses?"
At this moment, Lin Shiyou leisurely opened his mouth.
"Xiao Wu..." Daoba and the store employees looked at Xiao Wu's group in terror.
At this moment, these people dared not hesitate.
Xiao Wu kicked Daoba in the face, then swung his hands left and right, slapping him dozens of times, turning Daoba's face into a pig's head and knocking out his front teeth.
The store employees fared no better than Daoba, also screaming and crying under the onslaught.
"Enough," Lin Shiyou commanded, and Xiao Wu's group immediately stopped like grandchildren.
Lin Shiyou kicked the safe on the ground, banknotes scattering everywhere. He looked at the man with the scar and said,
"Punk, this is two million, I'm paying you! See how much your scrap cars are worth, and if your medical expenses are enough! If not, come find me, I'll cover the difference!"
"Young Master Lin, I was wrong, I was wrong, please be magnanimous and don't hold it against me." Daoba trembled in fear.
"Hmph! Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, you turtle egg!" Lin Shiyou spat, the saliva landing directly on Daoba's face, then he turned and left.
Behind him, Song Yunfan, the other rich second-generation heirs, and Brother Biao followed closely.
Then, Xiao Wu and his gang scattered like birds and beasts, quickly leaving the scene.
"Shiyou, didn't we go a bit too far with this?"
"What's the background of your Brother Ye? Last time you said you were going to give him a mansion in Ying Tian Fu, and this time you helped him deal with this mess."
"Do you know that the term 'rich second generation' isn't a good thing online these days?"
"Be careful of being flamed to death!"
Back at the Lamborghini 4S store, Song Yunfan earnestly advised Lin Shiyou.
"What's there to be afraid of? I didn't not pay money. Besides, even if it gets exposed, it won't cause me any trouble since my family doesn't run a company." Lin Shiyou pursed his lips. "At most, my reputation will be worse, but I don't care, I won't lose a single cent."
Song Yunfan was stunned, then let out a bitter smile.
He had forgotten about this.
Rich second generations were not all the same.
He and Li Zhaohui were of one type, whose families had listed companies.
Any negative news could have a significant impact on the company.
Then there was the other type, like Lin Shiyou.
His family started in coal mining, then went to Shangjing and bought thousands of apartments, making their net worth tens of billions.
Just from rent collection, they could earn over a billion annually.
For people like them, negative news truly held no fear.
What, are you going to lower housing prices in Shangjing, or make coal undesirable?
However...
"Get lost!" Song Yunfan cursed with a smile. "Don't lie to me, your coal mining business is formidable, but you're not completely indifferent to your reputation. If this gets out, your dad will beat your ass to a pulp! You know this better than I do, don't you?"
Lin Shiyou fell silent. His father was a man who valued appearances. If he knew his son was a lawless troublemaker.
He might just fly from Shangjing to Jinling to give him a good beating.
But... Lin Shiyou shrugged and said dismissively.
"So what? Brother Ye said he wanted me to give him a memory I'll never forget!"