Yi Qingmeng hesitated for a moment. She remained vigilant, but she felt that Ye Xingchen did not seem to have any ill intentions.
After much deliberation, she accepted the business card from Ye Xingchen and whispered, "Thank you, I'll consider it."
Ye Xingchen nodded, closed his eyes, and said nothing more.
Soon, the plane landed at the airport.
The landing site was not Yunnan's international airport, but a small airport in the north.
Ye Xingchen had not contacted the person introduced by the Tang family beforehand. After getting off the plane, he saw a long queue of taxis, turned around and went out of the airport, and hailed a car on the roadside.
"Where to?" the driver asked.
"The main urban area," Ye Xingchen said.
"No meter, five hundred." The driver quoted an exorbitant price.
Ye Xingchen glanced at the driver, who looked somewhat kind, but the expression in his eyes was extremely ferocious.
"If I say I don't want to take it now, is it too late?" Ye Xingchen laughed, knowing that they had encountered an unlicensed taxi.
"I'm afraid you can't refuse to take this ride." The driver locked the car door behind him, took a steel pipe from the passenger seat, and said with a look of disdain, "You're from out of town, aren't you? You know where this place is, right? Don't make trouble for yourself."
“Alright, let’s go. Five hundred.” Ye Xingchen took out five hundred yuan and put it down: “Master, just take me to my destination safely, and we can talk about anything.”
"A straightforward person." The driver chuckled, his kind and gentle expression returning.
He got in his car, took a detour onto a secluded road, and sped up to 120 km/h.
Ye Xingchen held the phone and watched helplessly as the device veered off course from the navigation.
He gave a cold laugh, put away his phone, and closed his eyes.
Did they really think he was an easy target? He knew this guy wouldn't be content with just swindling 500, so Ye Xingchen decided not to hold back.
Sure enough, as this guy drove through a village, five or six burly men immediately surrounded him by the roadside.
"We've arrived?" Ye Xingchen opened his eyes, asking knowingly.
"Kid, get out of the car." The driver got out and knocked on the window.
"Hmm, what are they up to now?" Ye Xingchen got down and looked at the five or six burly men in front of him. He checked the navigation and realized that they were dozens of kilometers away from the city center.
"Are you here for tourism?" A burly man in a vest walked up carrying an axe.
"No, I'm here to find someone." Ye Xingchen smiled.
"Whatever, just pay 1,500 toll." The burly man said, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
“Okay, but I paid 1,500. Can you take me to the city center?” Ye Xingchen took out his wallet and asked.
"That depends on your performance. Hand over all the money in your wallet." The burly man exhaled a puff of smoke. "Don't force the brothers to take action; that wouldn't be good."
"Alright, it seems we can't talk like this." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly: "Your place is a tourist city. Although I'm not here for tourism, you've given me a really bad impression."
"Shut up! There are signs at the airport warning against taking unlicensed taxis outside. Didn't you see them?" The burly man sneered. "We're in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by mountains. If a few people die here, no one will even notice."
"Brother, you can earn money again, but if you lose your life, you have nothing left." The driver also advised, "If you know what's good for you, take out your money and we'll take you away. Otherwise, you might not make it through today."
"Forget it, I don't think you'd even give me 1,500 to see me off." Ye Xingchen glanced at the G-Class parked to the side: "Nice car, whose is it?"
"This is our big boss's car. Do you know what surname we have in Yuncheng? It's Zhou..." The big man grinned and said, "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."
“Okay, 1,500 isn’t enough, how about I just give you 5,000?” Ye Xingchen said with a smile.
“Sure, we certainly won’t complain about the money. Five thousand it is.” The big man looked at Ye Xingchen in surprise. This was the first time he had ever seen someone willing to raise the price like this.
"How about five thousand per person?" Ye Xingchen counted the people present; there were six in total.
"Haha, Lao Liu, you really brought a fat sheep today." The group exchanged glances and then burst into laughter.
"Come on, where's my five thousand?" the driver asked excitedly as he stepped forward.
The boss of this group is indeed powerful, but he disdains engaging in such highway robbery.
These guys have lost too much money gambling lately, so they came up with this idea to make some money.
But they never imagined that the trouble they had gotten into today would soon become their nightmare.
"Here you go first." Ye Xingchen grinned. "Five thousand, keep it safe..."
He spread his five fingers and slapped the guy hard across the face.
With a loud thud, the driver screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground, rolling around several times.
*Pfft...* Half of his teeth were shattered by that slap, and he spat out mouthfuls of blood and teeth.
"Damn it, this kid dared to make a move, let's take him down..." The burly man in the lead was taken aback, then called his underlings to go up.
Ye Xingchen was a man of principle; if he said five thousand, he meant five thousand. He slapped each of the people in front of him once, slap slap slap... a total of five slaps.
Although these people were all strong, they were a joke compared to Ye Xingchen.
If Ye Xingchen hadn't held back, that slap would probably have sent those guys' heads flying.
A slap followed by a flurry of punches and kicks soon brought the men to the ground.
Ye Xingchen made them kneel in a circle, their hands covering their heads, trembling with bruises and swelling.
"Honestly, what I despise most are you people who rob people on the road and drive unlicensed taxis. What era are we living in? What can't you do to make money? Why do you have to do this?" Ye Xingchen scolded him with exasperation. "You're all big and burly, why don't you go work on a construction site and carry bricks?"
"Big brother, we were wrong, we won't do it again, please spare our lives." The boss who had been shouting the loudest was also the one who had been beaten the hardest. He lay on the ground with a mournful face, not daring to move an inch.
"You were wrong, now you know you were wrong?" Ye Xingchen slapped him several times across the face.
The guy was beaten until he screamed, and he huddled on the ground with his head down, not daring to move for a long time.
"Isn't that enough for you? Do you want more money?" Ye Xingchen sneered.
"No, no, we don't want it anymore." Several people shook their heads repeatedly. They were joking, but they just hoped that Ye Xingchen, this god of death, would leave quickly. They really couldn't afford to provoke him.
"You lot, I've got you covered. Don't ever let yourself fall into my hands again, or else..." Ye Xingchen didn't finish his sentence, but his tone was full of warning.
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