Chapter 105: Rushing Through the Sangmen Gate

  Rice should be eaten one mouthful at a time, and roads should be walked one step at a time. Although Han Yu was in a hurry to rush on his journey, he also knew that being impatient wouldn't allow him to eat hot tofu. So after entering a small town in the southwest of LN, he suggested resting for a night.

  But unexpectedly, the little brother driving in front turned his head and smiled, refusing: "Boss, when we came, I was already under surveillance by Snake Brother, so I slept honestly for a day and wasn't sleepy at all. Let's continue on our way, you and Fan Ge can rest in the back if you're tired, there are also night snacks prepared by Snake Brother under the car, several self-heating boxed meals."

  His name is Ming Zai, because he is steady and careful when driving, so he was specially chosen by Gu Ziwen. He is an old man in the Bamboo Leaf Gang, and has always admired Han Yu, the legendary leader who destroyed the Bamboo Leaf Gang and took its place. In his eyes, being able to drive for the boss is simply a glorious honor for a small brother like him.

  What's the big deal about suffering a bit and enduring some hardship?

  "He's really thoughtful!" Han Yu smiled lightly, looking at Ming Zai's excited expression, and after a moment of consideration, nodded and said: "If you're not tired, then continue driving, we're not in a hurry to rush on the road, don't drive too fast."

  Mingzi hurriedly smiled and agreed.

  Han Yu leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes lightly. Ming Zai was indeed picked by Gu Ziwen, the driving skills were unparalleled, a night without words, until the next day when the sky brightened, they had already entered LSK's territory.

  On a winter morning, there is always a thin layer of fog like milk spreading all around. Although it doesn't affect visibility much, Han Yu still slowed down the car. However, sometimes, being careful isn't enough.

  Just as he and Zhuo Bufan were quietly leaning back in their seats with their eyes closed, they suddenly felt the car shake slightly. Han Yu's eyes snapped open, and his gaze swept forward to see that there was an extra car in front of them, apparently having collided with theirs.

  "What's going on?" Han Yu asked in a low voice.

  "Boss!" Mingzi's face looked a bit unsightly as he said: "He crossed the line, and rushed out too suddenly. I didn't dodge in time!"

  Han Yu immediately understood what was going on. His younger brother had been driving along the right side of the highway, following his instructions, so naturally there would be no violation or penalty. Clearly, they were not at fault, but rather the other party.

  "Go and talk to him, if it's nothing, we'll go find a place to rest first!" Han Yu looked around and saw that there were no annoying people or cars nearby, only then did he confirm that this was just an accident, and whispered a sentence.

  It is indeed true that one more thing is not as good as one less thing. Unfortunately, the era of traveling around the world with reason has already passed.

  He wanted to let things settle down quietly, but some people wouldn't let it go.

  The two young men who were in the white Mercedes that they had crashed into got out of the car and immediately shouted: "Are you blind? You're driving on a perfectly good road, but instead you crash into the back of my car! Do you know how much this car is worth?"

  Ming Zai had just gotten out of the car when he heard this, his face couldn't help but sink. The thin fog was cold and seemed to carry a chilling air that made people shudder.

  "How dare you speak like that?" Ming's brow furrowed, his voice cold. If he hadn't known that the boss had come here for a serious matter, he would have gone to beat up Big Ears long ago.

  Although he is still quite calm in character, those who come out to mix are not good birds.

  "What's wrong, can't take the truth? Don't be so arrogant!" A young man rolled his eyes and said with disdain: "You're driving a broken-down car and still dare to talk back to me, do you think you have the qualifications?"

  His eyes narrowed, his gaze seemed colder than the morning mist beside him. If it were just him driving at this time, that would be fine. But now there was also his boss in the car, and the other party's scolding and swearing, wasn't that also including his boss?

  Ming An's eyes lightly swept the interior of the car, and at this moment, if Han Yu nodded slightly, he would have unhesitatingly taken him down! Unfortunately, the car window glass was black and opaque, so he didn't see anything.

  "What's the point of arguing with a peasant like him? Let's just kill him first!" Another young man, wearing a chain around his neck, opened the trunk and pulled out an iron rod, striking without hesitation.

  The iron rod stirred up the fog, bringing a sudden whistling sound. Mingzi's face changed color, he didn't expect his opponent to take action so quickly and with such great force, without any hesitation at all.

  For a moment, he didn't have time to react and could only raise his arm in front of him to block.

  The iron rod and his arm collided with a crisp sound, then his arm bent down.

  His arm is broken.

  Mingzi let out a low grunt, his face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat instantly drenched his body. However, he didn't retreat, instead gritting his teeth and kicking out at the opponent's abdomen.

  His ferocity in returning tooth for tooth and blood for blood was apparently beyond the expectations of his opponent. The young man who had stepped forward, intending to expand on his victory, was thrown backward with great force, landing on the rear hatch of the speeding car.

  "What the f**k! You dare to fight back, you damn b**ch?" Another young man's eyes widened, and as he spoke, he swung a iron rod he had just picked up from the trunk, striking him with a horizontal blow.

  Mingzi hastily dodged to the side, lifting his foot in an attempt to kick the opponent's wrist. However, having driven all night, his body was exhausted, and although he kicked out with this leg, it landed empty, completely failing to catch up with the opponent's movement.

  And the young man who was kicked out by him at first, danced with an iron rod and rushed up again with red eyes.

  The iron rod whizzed by, swung round and round with great force, and smashed down on the front cover of the bus with a loud whoosh!

  That momentum, as if it's not smashing a car, but smashing a pile of trash, a pile of scrap iron!

  However, just as his stick was about to fall on the car, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from beside him and grasped the hand holding the stick.

  It was Han Yu who made the move, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and with a flick of his wrist, the young man involuntarily loosened his grip on the club, which fell to the ground. Han Yu simply lifted his foot lightly and tapped one end of the club, which then seemed to be swung away with great force, making a loud "whooshing" sound as it collided with the iron club held by his companion.

  The two rods intersected, emitting a crisp "ding" sound. The great force transmitted through the iron rod even caused the man's hand to involuntarily rise up, and his mouth let out a muffled grunt.

  His voice had barely made it halfway out of his throat when he immediately froze. A cold, leg-numbing black dagger was pressed against his throat.

  Han Yu also made a slight movement while retracting his foot. The young man only felt a pain in his calf, and his body involuntarily fell to the ground. When he wanted to get up, a pair of big feet ruthlessly stepped on his chest.

  Slightly bowing her waist, Han Yu narrowed her eyes, and a faint disdain flashed in her dark pupils as she gazed down at him condescendingly, saying with a sneer: "What's wrong with driving a Benz?"

  Some lazy voices floated up in the morning mist, mixed with a thread of impatience and coldness.