Super Zoo-Chapter 730 - 715: The 500,000 RMB Cost of Medicinal Soup?_2
If it escalates to making the news with him, to put it bluntly, Jixiang isn't even worthy.
The corners of Jixiang's mouth twitched, and as he squinted his eyes, he sized up Suming with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Impressive!" Jixiang gave a thumbs up, then slowly took off his jacket, revealing the flying eagle tattoo on his chest. He drew a watermelon knife from behind his back, flung his shirt aside, and tied his knife-handling palm to the blade, brandishing the knife at Suming, "You're strong, aren't you bulletproof too?"
Suming sighed internally—hoodlums will be hoodlums, with lives of little value and rotten to the core, all because they rely on their superior numbers.
Right at that moment, someone squeezed into the crowd from the outside.
Seeing this person, everyone was taken aback again.
A young and beautiful woman, dressed quite flamboyantly yet not vulgar, with her most distinguishing feature being her highly impressive bosom.
"Anita?" Jixiang and Lin Mu said in unison.
The woman, called Anita, quickly assessed the standoff between the two groups. With a twirl of her eyes, she threw Jixiang a coquettish wink and said with a giggle, "Brother Jixiang, this Lin Sheng is my partner, a friend from the same film crew. Lin Sheng, this is Brother Jixiang, he's always taken good care of me. What are you all doing here?"
Suming glanced at Lin Mu, who quietly introduced the woman to him. Her name was Cui Bijia, an actress in The Robbery Ghost film crew, with quite a few scenes opposite Lin Mu. In the Xiangjiang film industry, she was considered a lower-tier second-line actress, having played several supporting roles in movies. However, because of her substantial bust size, she was dubbed the second Ye Zi Mei.
This nickname was more famous than her works.
With such a pretty actress in the crew, and Suming visiting Xiangjiang without his girlfriend, Lin Mu suggested they should invite her for a meal and some karaoke—not guaranteed to lead to anything, but a pretty girl could certainly liven up the atmosphere. Cui Bijia was happy to oblige upon hearing about the mainland investors coming.
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She witnessed this scene right at the entrance with a sense of dignified air.
"Brother Jixiang, please do this for me. Lin Sheng is my partner; if he gets injured and loses screen time, I'll be out of luck too," Cui Bijia pleaded sweetly.
Jixiang glanced at Cui Bijia from the corner of his eye, put down the knife, and said coldly, "Fine, I'll give you this face. Tell your friend they have two choices: either they fight and beat up this underling of mine, and then I guarantee they won't be able to leave this street, or they pay a hongbao of five hundred thousand to treat my boy to tea, pour him tea, and apologize."
Ordinary people would find this demand absolutely unacceptable—what kind of nonsense is this, demanding five hundred thousand just like that?
But Cui Bijia, being in the industry, knew that due to historical reasons, her industry had intricate connections with the triads, and being extorted was commonplace. Although not ideal, this solution was somehow passable. Five hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars might not be a small sum, but for an artist, it wasn't too much either.
She winked at Lin Mu, signaling him to agree.
Lin Mu grinned, while Hou Longtao followed with a bitter smile, shaking his head. Both men looked towards Suming for a response.
"Five hundred thousand for medical expenses? Are you giving it to me?"
Suming exhaled with pity, gave Jixiang a sympathetic look, and said no more, but silently took the baseball-bat-like steering wheel lock from Lin Mu's hand.
He gripped it with both hands and, with a sudden burst of strength, smashed it down hard on the rooftop of the nearby Maserati sports car.
There was a loud clang!
The force was so great that the semi-hollow steering wheel lock actually bent into an arc.
The red Maserati sports car shook violently, sinking slightly as if about to jump up.
The roof was left with a deep indentation, and the metal at the center even tore open, with the front and rear windshields remaining intact but covered in dense web-like cracks.
"I'll pick your mother!" Brother Jixiang and the parking attendant cursed loudly in unison, visibly agitated.
Every trade has its own rules, including valet parking. From the moment the car keys are handed over until they are retrieved, the valets are responsible for the vehicle. Should anything happen, the car owner can directly hold the parker accountable.
Making a living in this trade means following its rules, and the triads are no exception.
This is why many in charge of valet parking have triad backgrounds; if they can't cover for any mischief, there's no need to damage the cars severely—simply scratching all vehicles could bankrupt the valet.
After smashing it once, Suming switched positions and hammered down again.
Crash...
The bent steering wheel lock was straightened by the blows, and dents appeared on both sides of the Maserati's roof, connecting the cracks, making it look pitifully split in half by a giant sword.
Finally, the glass of the car windows, front and back, left and right, couldn't withstand the force and shattered loudly to the ground.
This Maserati, worth about three million, was smashed to bits by Suming in an instant, and just the repair costs were definitely far beyond five hundred thousand.
Even if Suming really did come up with five hundred thousand to give to Jixiang, Jixiang would still have to pay out of his own pocket!
Jixiang, looking at the wrecked Maserati, had veins pulsing on his forehead, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably, and his breathing became rapid.
Jixiang had been in the business in this area since he was sixteen, hanging blue lanterns at Shenghe Ji. At eighteen, he officially joined the triad as the most basic forty-niner. At twenty-two, he moved up to wear straw shoes, and at twenty-four, as a red pole, he became the most powerful newcomer in the whole of Shenghe, with even the current speaker of Causeway Bay, who was known as Blow Chicken, giving him face.
This 'resume' was dazzling enough within the society; it was the capital he dared to use to compete for the position of speaker for Shenghe in Causeway Bay.
Having been in the business for so many years, although he couldn't directly meddle in many businesses because of the rules, he could still come up with several hundred thousand when needed.
Now, it wasn't about money anymore!
He had originally started the trouble to extort a sum, but now, right in his own territory and in front of his own men, several people from the mainland had smashed the car he protected. If he let this go, how could he talk about becoming the speaker? Jixiang's reputation would be completely ruined. Forget being a speaker; he wouldn't even be able to continue the valet parking business, and he might as well quit the underworld altogether.
Cui Bijia stood by, her face turning pale, her mouth slightly open in disbelief as she watched Suming.
Being a socialite, she knew exactly what smashing a car meant—it was no different from directly smashing Jixiang's place.
Suming's sudden action of smashing the car forced Jixiang, who had many options and was at an advantage in every aspect, into a desperate situation where he had no choice but to fight. Even though Suming's side was only three people strong, Cui Bijia couldn't understand why he had to take things to such extremes.
If it were only Lin Mu and Hou Longtao today, Cui Bijia would certainly not speak out to persuade them at this point. A female artist should, whenever possible, avoid offending underworld figures rather than her male colleagues in the industry.
But after learning that the boss coming with Lin Mu for dinner was an investor from the mainland, Cui Bijia immediately realized upon arrival that the leader among Lin Mu's trio was this young man who smashed the car.
As a male investor, and a very young one at that, there were many ways to make a good impression on him. So, once she understood the situation, Cui Bijia did not hesitate to play peacemaker.
Gaining the favor of an investor could bring immeasurable benefits to an actor, especially one at the tail end of the second tier.
With this in mind, Cui Bijia steeled herself, put on a smiling face, and carefully approached Jixiang, cooing in the gentlest tone, "Jixiang..."
Slap!
Her words were met with a resounding slap as Jixiang, in a fit of rage, swung his hand and struck Cui Bijia hard across the face.
Cui Bijia's face swelled immediately; she stood off to the side, holding her face in shock and fear, not daring to say another word.
Jixiang raised the watermelon knife again and pointed it at Suming, his expression dark and sinister, enunciating each word through clenched teeth, "Damn it, even if Lord Guan himself descended from the heavens, he couldn't save you now! Brothers, join me in killing these three!"
The circle of underlings tightened inward, and Jixiang, holding the watermelon knife, slowly advanced toward Suming.
Lin Mu and Hou Longtao stood tensely on either side of Suming, ready for action.
"Lord Guan descending from heaven? No need for such trouble," said the instigator Suming, looking relaxed. He shook the phone in his hand and spoke into the receiver, "Brother Shi, are you in Xiangjiang? I came to have some fun but ran into a bit of trouble."
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