Chapter 2253 - 1944: Looked Down Upon_2

Chapter 2253: Chapter 1944: Looked Down Upon_2

The worst among them is a million-dollar car.

An Audi A6L driving in is basically just trash.

"Driving a broken car, you actually dare to come to Moyun to play."

The security guard at the parking lot saw the A6L from afar, showing disdain, but when he saw the license plate, his expression changed instantly, and he opened the barrier, stood straight, looking respectful.

After the A6L drove in, several security guards were puzzled: "Commander Xiang never goes to entertainment venues, what’s going on today? Has President Xie managed to pull Commander Xiang into his circle?"

"There are a young couple in the car, they should be Commander Xiang’s juniors."

"Commander Xiang definitely wouldn’t come to such a place, but his car being here indicates his stance."

"Being a security guard at Moyun Club makes me feel especially proud now."

...

Song Yun and Xia Tian got out of the car, and he looked at the Moyun Club, not tall in floors but quite impressive, and laughed: "This club is really luxurious."

"Country bumpkin, wait till you go inside, you’ll see it’s even more luxurious."

At this moment, a nearby Ferrari door opened, and a young man in a white suit stepped out, looking at Song Yun disdainfully.

Song Yun didn’t expect someone to pick a fight just after parking, are people from here all so arrogant, with their noses in the air, not putting anyone in their eyes?

He looked at the man speaking; the person was dressed in luxury brands, fashionably, with an arrogant expression, obviously wealthy.

But this person didn’t have the inherent demeanor of a rich heir; while others’ arrogance was innate, his was visible in his expression.

Judging by the looks, this person at most is a nouveau riche.

He was tall and solidly built, but his breath was shallow, clearly overindulged and energy depleted.

What disgusted Song Yun more was the way the man’s gaze roved over Xia Tian, undisguisedly filled with desire.

"What are you staring at, never seen a handsome guy?"

The man saw Song Yun looking at him, glared, and pointed at the A6L: "Don’t think you’re hot stuff just because you’re driving a car with military plates. You look like a guard who snuck the boss’s car out—if word gets to your boss, you’ll be in trouble."

The man glanced at Xia Tian, swallowed, and said to Song Yun: "Kid, considering you don’t know any better, hurry up and drive this military car back. Let’s just leave it at that. I’m a hometown friend with the deputy head of procurement in the logistics department of the SH military district, and if I tell him, you’re going to be in serious trouble."

"Anyway, I’ll be magnanimous and let you off the hook. Get lost quickly. Oh, leave the girl—I promise to take good care of her tonight, no worries."

Bang.

Song Yun didn’t bother talking and kicked the man’s stomach, sending him crashing into his own Ferrari with a clatter, crying out in pain.

From afar, a security guard saw the fight break out, one wanted to intervene, others pulled him back, gloating: "Yang San thinks he’s the man because he’s hooked up with a rich woman, but how stupid to mess with someone driving Commander Xiang’s car—deserved to be beaten."

"That kid always looks down on us, finally he suffers today."

"Guess he didn’t see the license plate properly or else he wouldn’t mess with someone he can’t afford to."

"Maybe, but Yang San is backing with SH’s top rich woman, Qu Wei, his support is not ordinary."

"Qu Wei’s vibe...ugh, only Yang San dares to conquer that."

While the security guards were chatting, the man named Yang San got up slowly, bent over with pain, his face twisted.

Ever since satisfying Qu Wei, he often goes to the gym, but Song Yun’s kick felt like it might have severed his intestines, couldn’t even resist.

He quickly judged his opponent must be skilled, and he’s outmatched—not a good idea to retaliate.

Song Yun looked at Yang San, laughed: "Can’t afford to, huh? That’s probably you."

Yang San clutching his aching abdomen growled fiercely: "Brat, do you know who I am? You dare hit me—you’re dead."

"If you want revenge, find me upstairs within an hour. Today I arrived in SH, gotta stir things up here."

Song Yun snorted coldly, ignoring Yang San, and took Xia Tian toward the Moyun Club entrance.

"Damn it, bastard, I’m definitely going to kill you."

Yang San rubbed his abdomen, kicking the Audi A6L hard with a bang, making a dent in the door.

Unsatisfied, he kicked fiercely a few more times, deforming the door, cursing: "Damn it, first smash your car, then smash you."

The security guards stood aghast, pale from shock at Yang San kicking the car.

Yang San dared even to smash Commander Xiang’s car—he must be mad!

If Commander Xiang pursues it, all on-site witnesses, those security guards might also be implicated.

"Quick, stop him."

The security guard quickly approached, one pointed to a newly parked crimson Porsche 911 Turbo S, saying: "We don’t need to intervene, she’s here."

Screech...

The 911 abruptly stopped beside the Audi A6L’s rear. A girl wearing punk denim with a baseball cap stepped out, pointing at Yang San, angrily: "Yang San, you have some nerve to dare smash this car."

Yang San saw the newcomer, frowned, replied irritably: "Xiang Feifei, what’s it to you if I smash this car, can you control it?"

"Can’t control it?" Xiang Feifei’s face darkened, pointing to the Audi A6L’s rear plate, glaring: "Look whose car this is, do I have control?"

"Who could it be? A mere lousy guard can sneak out with it, just a crappy A6, how could it be a commander’s or aide-de-camp’s car?"

Yang San dismissively moved to the car’s rear to examine the plate.

Seeing the plate number clearly, his face changed dramatically, mouth twitching: "Impossible, it’s Commander Xiang’s car? Oh, I know, it’s cloned, definitely cloned."

No way would Yang San admit that he smashed Commander Xiang’s car.

If Commander Xiang found out, even Qu Wei couldn’t protect him.

Xiang Feifei retorted angrily: "I recognize this car, it’s definitely not a clone. Yang San, where do you get the guts to kick my dad’s car?"

Indeed, the pretty girl known as Xiang Feifei is the youngest daughter of Xiang Hui, commander of the SH military district.

Xiang Hui, in his sixties, has three sons and one daughter.

Being the only daughter, Xiang Feifei is spoiled by everyone in the family, she’s the jewel of the Xiang Family.

Of course, Xiang Feifei didn’t let her family’s background make her arrogant and domineering.

Besides being somewhat playful, she’s actually kind-hearted, often volunteering in Biancang for a month or two, standing out among SH’s second-generation circle.

Seeing Xiang Feifei confirm the A6L belongs to Commander Xiang, Yang San, with a throbbing head, quickly explained: "Impossible! I know Commander Xiang’s car—all only he uses. Just now a young man with a beauty came to the club—how can he be driving Commander Xiang’s car?"

Xiang Feifei incredulous: "Huh, what did you say, young couple?"

Yang San saw Xiang Feifei’s focus shift, hurriedly said: "Yeah, a young man I don’t know, brought along a beauty."

"Odd, my dad’s car only he drives; even last time when I wanted to use it, he refused, made me walk. He definitely wouldn’t let some young guy drive it away, maybe it was really stolen by a guard?"

Xiang Feifei grew suspicious, asked: "Yang San, where’s that couple?"

Yang San pointed toward the club entrance: "They’re still there; seems the security stopped them."

"I need to clear this up."

Xiang Feifei parked her 911 quickly and headed toward the club entrance.

Yang San shouted: "Xiang Feifei, be careful, that guy is violent, likes to hit people. Don’t rush, I’ll call for help to deal with the car thief for you."