Chapter 1045 — The Car Got Smashed

"Wu Chengtian?" Feng Xiaoxiao was startled for a moment, then realized who Wu Chengtian was. "You mean that Wu the Iron Hand? He wants to treat us to a big meal? Go, let's go! I love big meals! When?"

"When?" Wei Zhao asked Wu Chengtian on the other end of the line.

"Right now. Jingyan and I are at the food street behind Songshan City No. 1 High School. I hear you live nearby?" Wu Chengtian said.

"Now. Coming or not?" Wei Zhao did not answer Wu Chengtian's question, but asked Feng Xiaoxiao instead.

"Of course I'm coming!" Feng Xiaoxiao had no interest in studying at all. She was practically at death's door — who had time for studying? There wasn't even time left to sit the college entrance exam! So she agreed with delight.

"Then wait for us. We're on our way over!" Wei Zhao said to Wu Chengtian, and hung up.

Wei Zhao felt neither warmth nor hostility toward Wu Chengtian. He was merely one of Sun Jingyan's suitors, and the only clash between them was that the fellow had stolen Wei Zhao's wallet — except that his wallet had in turn been stolen by Wei Zhao, so on balance Wu Chengtian had come off the worse by far. Especially back in Yanjing, where Feng Xiaoxiao had scammed him down to his last stitch; the losses had been grievous!

What rather puzzled Wei Zhao was this: was Wu Chengtian missing a screw? How was it that the last lesson still hadn't taught him anything, that the moment he got back to Songshan City he wanted to treat Feng Xiaoxiao to a meal again?

Still, at the thought that Sun Jingyan would be at Wu Chengtian's side as well, Wei Zhao figured the man probably wanted her to see for herself the sort of relationship he and Feng Xiaoxiao shared — to make her understand clearly that Wei Zhao was a man with a foot in two boats.

Only, Wei Zhao could not have cared less. What was between him and Sun Jingyan was perfectly clear; put plainly, he was nothing but Sun Jingyan's fake lover — a lover in name only, with nothing of substance between them at all.

So bringing Feng Xiaoxiao along did not trouble him in the least. As long as Feng Xiaoxiao could eat happily, that was satisfaction enough for Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao and Feng Xiaoxiao tidied themselves up, and Wei Zhao sent a text to the young miss and one to Tang Yun, saying he was taking Feng Xiaoxiao out to see a friend and get a bite to eat. Both the young miss and Tang Yun knew about Feng Xiaoxiao's situation, so naturally they had little to say about Wei Zhao taking her out alone — they only told him to be careful and to look after her.

Xie Yufeng was a cultivator, after all. He had been stabbed in the rear, but once bandaged he could still walk. Being of the Yu family, he naturally had on hand the wound salves and trauma medicines of Divine Doctor Kang and Dr. Guan, so Xie Yufeng, sparing nothing, smeared them over himself, Wang Congming, and Li Panghu.

Only, one of Li Panghu's balls had been cut off, and no salve could ever restore that. From now on he could only be a one-ball man.

That very morning the three of them left the hospital. With the salve in hand, they were no longer worried about the wounds healing slowly — but though the medicine was good, it could not make a wound whole the instant it was applied. It truly stopped the bleeding and closed the cuts, but for flesh to be as good as new would still take time.

Xie Yufeng was worried about the car he had bought just yesterday. A Lamborghini, no less, brand-new and not even plated yet, parked behind the school's food street — what if one of those vendors scraped it or bumped it?

So the moment they left the hospital, Xie Yufeng and the other two flagged down a taxi and headed for the food street behind the school.

Except that what met his eyes, standing in the spot where he had parked, was not his Lamborghini but an Audi TT.

"Where's my car?" Xie Yufeng was stunned.

"Young Master Xie, the car's over there..." Wang Congming pointed weakly at the corner of the wall not far off.

"What?!" The sight of his car left Xie Yufeng dumbstruck. It sat at the foot of the wall, its body riddled with holes, covered in dents and the marks of blows, the paint peeled away. How did that look like a new car? It might as well have been scrap!

"My Lamborghini!" Xie Yufeng broke into a run, and looking at his beloved car beaten into such a state, his heart ached unbearably. Rich as he was, the funds he had brought with him were limited. He had wanted to chase girls, so he had bought himself a flashy car — and never imagined that after a single day of driving it, someone would smash it to this. "Who did this? Who? Who smashed my car?"

"Young Master Xie, it must have been the one with that Audi TT..." Wang Congming pondered a moment, then reasoned it out. "There are only three proper parking spots here, and they were all taken. Apart from the foot of the wall there's nowhere to park. There's a food street here at night, and parked anywhere else a car would be noticed. So as things stand, that Audi TT must have figured our car came later and took his spot, so he pushed our car over to the wall and smashed it into this shape!"

"Oh? But isn't that Audi TT Feng Xiaoxiao's car? Could she have done it? Does she have that kind of strength?" Hearing Wang Congming's analysis, Xie Yufeng found it quite sound, though he was somewhat puzzled that Feng Xiaoxiao should possess such strength.

"My guess is Feng Xiaoxiao put Wei Zhao up to it. Wei Zhao's a cultivator — shoving a car into a corner is no trouble at all for him!" Wang Congming said.

"Damn it! I haven't even taught him a lesson yet, and he dares to trample right over my head! Feng Xiaoxiao — sooner or later I'll push you onto a bed, ***!" Xie Yufeng gnashed his teeth in fury. "Smash them for me — smash both Wei Zhao's car and Feng Xiaoxiao's! That Beetle belongs to Wei Zhao!"

"Wait!" Wang Congming raised a hand, stopping the furious Xie Yufeng. "Young Master Xie, please calm down. Don't be hasty!"

"Oh? What, he's trampling on my head and I'm not even allowed to hit back?" Xie Yufeng snorted.

"It isn't that, Young Master Xie. I think we had best not smash Wei Zhao's car!" Wang Congming waved a hand. "Young Master Xie, Wei Zhao is a cultivator. If you smash his car, will he just let it go?"

"He's a cultivator, and so am I! He's only at the early Xuan rank, and I'm already at the peak of the early Xuan rank — you think I'm afraid of him?" Xie Yufeng sneered.

"Young Master Xie, but you have to hide your strength right now! You can't expose it. Quiet investigation is the grand strategy!" Wang Congming said.

"Right! I nearly lost my head to anger!" Xie Yufeng thought it over and saw the sense of it. If Wei Zhao came after him for smashing his car, he could hardly have been here two days and already be at odds with the man, could he? That would not serve the Yu family's interests. Even if Wei Zhao was to be killed, they first had to get clear on his background — otherwise they would bring calamity down on the Yu family for nothing.

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