bioinnovel Chapter 34 I rushed to cook for the Zhang family!
Chapter 34 I rushed to cook for the Zhang family!
When Zhang Yan walked out of the public restroom, he looked exactly the same.
He was still wearing that faded T-shirt, and he was thin and had a handsome face, like a harmless boy next door.
He precisely tossed the tissue he had used to wipe his hands into the trash can, then turned and walked out of the park as if nothing had happened.
in the parking lot.
The silver-gray Wuling Hongguang was still parked not far away, like a lurking crocodile.
The car windows were tinted dark, obscuring the view inside, but Zhang Yan could sense at least two malevolent gazes fixed intently on him.
He ignored it.
He walked straight to the matte black Cullinan, opened the door, and got in.
The engine started so smoothly that it was almost inaudible.
Instead of immediately driving onto the main road, Zhang Yan re-planned a route on the navigation system.
It was a shortcut through the old town, with complicated road conditions, crisscrossing alleys, and very few surveillance cameras.
A perfect place to dispose of trash.
The Cullinan's massive body merged into the traffic at a leisurely pace.
The Wuling Hongguang followed closely, just like a leech.
Ten minutes later.
Following the navigation instructions, Zhang Yan turned into a narrow alley.
The alley is lined with dilapidated old residential buildings with peeling paint and clothes hanging out to dry fluttering in the wind like flags of all nations.
The road surface is full of potholes and can only barely allow one vehicle to pass.
The Cullinan had just entered the middle of the alley.
"Squeak—"
A screeching sound of brakes came from ahead.
Another identical Wuling Hongguang suddenly rushed out from the corner ahead, completely blocking the alleyway.
At the same time, their escape route was blocked by the bread truck that had been following them for a long time.
To catch a turtle in a jar.
Two cheap vans, like two open iron clamps, tightly sandwiched this top-of-the-line luxury car worth tens of millions in the middle.
"Splash—"
The sound of the car door opening was particularly jarring in the narrow alleyway.
A dozen or so thugs wielding steel pipes and baseball bats poured out of the two cars. They were all sleazy-looking, with menacing faces and unfriendly eyes.
They spread out and surrounded Cullinan, tapping their hands together with their weapons, producing threatening thuds.
The crowd was separated.
Zhao Yu got out of the bread cart in front.
He was no longer the well-dressed, adored young master Zhao from school.
His hair was greasy and stuck to his forehead, his eyes were sunken and bloodshot, and his designer clothes were wrinkled, as if they had been picked up from a garbage dump.
His face wore a twisted smile that was a mixture of resentment, pleasure, and madness.
"Zhang, Da, Cai, Zi".
Zhao Yu drawled out each word, his voice hoarse as if two pieces of sandpaper were rubbing together.
He walked up to the front of the Cullinan, reached out, and touched the pure silver flying goddess statue in an almost obscene manner.
"Wow, Cullinan, what a nice car."
"Wouldn't it be awesome to drive one of these to school?"
"Isn't it... even more amazing to be kept by the most beautiful female CEO in Jinghai?"
His voice grew louder and louder until it almost turned into a roar, and his face, twisted with jealousy, was almost pressed against the driver's side window.
inside the car.
Zhang Yan looked out the window at the face that looked like a madman, his expression completely unmoved.
He didn't even twitch his eyebrows.
She simply sighed softly, as if annoyed by an extremely troublesome chore that she had to do.
He ignored Zhao Yu's shouts.
Instead, he unbuckled his seatbelt.
Then, he did something that surprised everyone in the alley.
He reached out and slowly unbuttoned his casual jacket.
That jacket was bought by Nie Qingcheng a few days ago; it was handmade in Italy and quite expensive.
He carefully took off his coat.
It wasn't just tossed on the seat.
Instead, with an almost reverent attitude, he aligned the two shoulders of the coat, smoothed out the sleeves, and then meticulously and neatly folded it.
The movements were practiced and precise, just like those of a professional sales clerk in a luxury store.
He wasn't folding a piece of clothing.
It's like placing a fragile work of art.
After folding it neatly, he gently placed the coat on the passenger seat and smoothed out the last wrinkle.
After doing all this.
He then raised his head and looked out the window at Zhao Yu, who was staring in disbelief.
"boom--"
He pushed open the ridiculously heavy car door.
A deep, resounding thud was heard, like a warning from a sleeping behemoth.
Zhang Yan got out of the car.
He closed the car door with a motion that was neither too light nor too heavy, yet it sent a shiver down the spines of all the thugs around him.
He stood there, his posture upright.
The last rays of the setting sun peeked through the gap at the end of the alley, outlining a golden silhouette on him.
He rolled up the sleeves of his white T-shirt, revealing his sleek forearms that exuded explosive power.
"Are you done talking?"
He spoke, his voice calm, as if asking, "How's the weather today?"
Zhao Yu was provoked by his overly calm attitude, and the muscles on his face twitched violently.
"You dare to act tough with me?!"
He took a step back, pointed at Zhang Yan, and hysterically roared at the thugs around him, "Get him! Cripple his hand! I'll make sure he can never hold chopsticks again!"
"Whoever breaks his hand first, I'll give him 100,000!"
Under the reward, there must be a brave man.
The hesitation in the eyes of the dozen or so thugs was instantly replaced by greed, and their breathing became heavy.
They gripped the steel pipes in their hands and slowly approached Zhang Yan from all directions.
The encirclement is gradually shrinking.
A tense atmosphere, like the impending storm, filled the air.
however.
Zhang Yan, who was in the center of the encirclement, seemed to feel no pressure at all.
He even cracked his neck, making a crisp "crack" sound.
Then, he looked up and scanned the surrounding thugs with their menacing faces.
Finally, he beckoned to everyone with his finger.
That gesture was contemptuous, yet brimming with extreme provocation.
Don't waste your time.
His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
"You can all come at me together."
"I'm in a hurry, I'll go home and cook."