192: Chapter 187: The Strongman with the Handcart 192: Chapter 187: The Strongman with the Handcart While Ye Tian was entertaining Bai Lan at the archery range, Wang Qiang and Yun Feng rushed to the Capital City airport.
After Wang Qiang erged from the airport, a tall and imposing middle-aged man was by his side, with Yun Feng trotting behind him, with a beaming smile and full of sycophantic complints.
“The car is already waiting outside, please follow ,” Wang Qiang said to the middle-aged man.
“Okay,” the middle-aged man nodded in agreent.
Escorted by black-clothed bodyguards, the group made their way out of the airport terminal like stars accompanied by the moon and soon arrived at the parking lot.
Originally, Wang Qiang’s black Land Rover was parked there, with the bodyguards’ high-displacent SUV next to it.
According to the original plan, they only needed to get in the car and leave.
However, so careless fool had actually parked right in front of the Land Rover, blocking its path.
What made it even more infuriating was that the bodyguards’ cars were also blocked inside, and they couldn’t drive out unless the car in front was moved.
“Damn it!
Whose car is this!
Daring to block my way, they’re asking for death!” Wang Qiang instantly lost his temper.
“Young Master, there’s no one in the BMW,” one of the black-clothed bodyguards said, peering into the car windows.
Wang Qiang frowned, spat on the BMW, and several black-clothed bodyguards got to work, rolling up their sleeves and trying to push the BMW out of the way.
After a few tries, the car wouldn’t budge, which likely ant the handbrake was applied.
“Everyone stand back, watch ram it!” Wang Qiang also rolled up his sleeves, preparing to enter his own Land Rover.
The Land Rover’s engine was powerful, and once started, it would definitely push the BMW aside, everyone knew that.
In fact, there were many more cars in Capital City than in Capital City, and traffic jams happened all the ti.
This was not the first ti they encountered such an incident, and Wang Qiang’s way of dealing with it was simple: ram the other car out of the way, give the owner a beating, and then leave coolly.
“Young Master needn’t get angry, let handle this,” said the tall man who hadn’t spoken until then.
“Are you going to drive into it, Mr.
Deng?” Wang Qiang asked.
The tall man, Mr.
Deng, shook his head and said indifferently, “For such a trivial car, there’s no need for that.”
Under the gaze of everyone, the burly Mr.
Deng flexed his wrists a few tis, then twisted his neck.
After completing these simple warm-up exercises, he walked up to the front of the BMW as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.
“Move aside!” Mr.
Deng commanded.
The black-clothed security guards standing in front of the BMW were montarily startled, then realized they were in the way and quickly cleared the path in front of the BMW.
Yun Feng, standing to the side, was also befuddled by Mr.
Deng’s actions.
He looked at young master Wang in front of him and saw he was just as puzzled.
Just then, they heard Mr.
Deng suddenly shout, and veins bulged on his arm, making it seem like his whole arm had grown thicker.
He was already a tall and powerful figure, but this made him seem to grow even taller, exuding an awe-inspiring, majestic presence.
“To be a family strongman, one really must be extraordinary.
His roar is truly ear-shaking,” Wang Qiang muttered to himself.
Then they saw the Deng family strongman reach under the BMW’s rear bumper, and with a heave, the BMW was lifted off the ground.
Following another forceful push, the BMW moved out, quickly clearing a spacious area, enough for the Land Rover to drive through.
With a sudden burst of strength, the strongman flipped the BMW onto its side, with the car’s weight crashing down on the windows, shattering the glass with a crack.
Wang Qiang and Yun Feng exchanged glances, both seeing the surprise in each other’s eyes.
“Impressive!” Wang Qiang exclaid with genuine admiration.
“Indeed, a top expert from Capital City, possessing extraordinary strength,” Yun Feng’s eyes widened.
Hearing the praises from the crowd, the Deng family strongman remained indifferent, saying coolly, “Now we can go.”
“Right, right, right, it’s getting late.
We’ll go to the hotel to eat, and then go have so fun at the training ground,” Wang Qiang suggested.
Looking at the flipped BMW beside them, the black-clothed bodyguards were all stunned.
The BMW weighed at least 3 tons, and even if a dozen people pushed hard together, they couldn’t overturn the car.
But this Deng family strongman, stepping out from the family line, easily flipped the car over with the strength of one man, and it seed as if he hadn’t even exerted his full power.
“This man’s power is terrifying!
We must not provoke him,” the security guards thought apprehensively.
The Land Rover soon left the airport and entered a large hotel in Capital City.
Wang Qiang personally hosted a celebration to welco Mr.
Deng, with several people taking turns to toast him.
Mr.
Deng took drink after drink without a change in expression.
“What a drinking capacity, Mr.
Deng is truly a dragon amongst n!” Yun Feng enthusiastically praised.
After the third round of drinks, everyone was tipsy, except for Mr.
Deng, who remained unchanged in deanor.
Wang Qiang, thoroughly drunk, clung to him and wouldn’t let go, starting to reveal the truth in his drunken state.
He told the story of how Ye Tian had pushed him into the toilet, completely forgetting the principle that family sha should not be spread abroad.
“Young Master, rest assured, the family has sent here this ti to wipe out this person, and I’ve got this matter covered.” Mr.
Deng, usually taciturn, seed a bit inflated with his own importance at the mont, speaking very arrogantly.
After filling his stomach, Wang Qiang invited Mr.
Deng to his private clubhouse.
Located right in the city center, Wang Qiang’s private clubhouse features a real grass golf course and swimming pool, and even has a secret private shooting range.
The shooting range is usually not open to the public, and is strictly guarded at the entrance, only Wang Qiang himself can go in.
Wang Qiang warmly invited Lishi to the shooting range where they played with military sabers from various countries.
The trick of slicing paper with sabers was old news to them, so today, specially prepared large steel bars were brought in; one slice, and the bars were cut in half.
The Swiss army knife, though sharp, couldn’t catch Mr.
Deng’s fancy; he didn’t even glance at it.
Yun Feng asked him why he didn’t give it a try, saying the saber was quite rare, but Mr.
Deng replied directly, “If I wanted to kill you, even if you were ard with a gun it would be useless, let alone a knife.”
When the abstinent words of a master reached the ears of the drunken Wang Qiang, he mistakenly thought Deng wasn’t fully enjoying himself and imdiately clapped his hands.
Following that, several bikini-clad bombshells walked out from the back door.
All of them were tall beauties, over five feet nine inches, with long white legs, the skimpy bikinis barely containing their ample busts.
Even more provocative was the fact that these beauties were all ard and dangerous, holding active-duty pistols from various countries, including the world-famous Mauser and Browning, as well as the Chinese police’s Type 64 and Type 56.
A cold smile imdiately appeared on Mr.
Deng’s lips: “If I’m not mistaken, young master Wang wants to see what I’m capable of, correct?”
He didn’t wait for Wang Qiang to answer and strode forward to the won, casually picked a Browning, expertly chambered a round, snorted coldly, and tossed it to Yun Feng at his side.
“Mr.
Deng, what is this?” Yun Feng asked, sowhat confused, not understanding the other party’s intention.
Mr.
Deng looked proud and said indifferently, “Shoot .”
“This is not a joke, Mr.
Deng.
You must be kidding,” said Yun Feng, even more bewildered.
Mr.
Deng’s expression beca stern: “Shoot when I tell you to shoot.
What’s all this blathering?
If you dare to talk nonsense again, I’ll break your neck.” As he spoke, he forcefully squeezed, and the Type 64 pistol in his hand was crumpled into a lump of tal.
Looking at the scrap tal carelessly tossed to the ground by him, everyone else was instantly shocked, thinking that his strength was indeed frightening.
Yun Feng knew that he was no ordinary man, that for him, killing a person was as easy as crushing an ant.
His claim that he could easily kill him was certainly no joke.
Imdiately, he raised the pistol without hesitation and aid at Mr.
Deng’s chest.
He had aid all right, but asking Yun Feng to actually shoot at him was sothing he didn’t have the nerve to do; after all, Mr.
Deng was a master brought by Wang Qiang, and if Yun Feng shot and killed him, then he surely wouldn’t have a good outco.
“Shoot!
If you don’t shoot now, I’ll kill you!” Mr.
Deng’s expression was stern; he did not at all seem to be joking.
Wang Qiang had heard of Mr.
Deng’s abilities; he was absolutely a top-notch external martial arts expert with a mastery of the Iron Shirt technique, rumored to have reached a level where blades and guns would not penetrate.
“Yun Feng, just shoot.
Mr.
Deng knows what he’s doing, you don’t need to worry so much,” said Wang Qiang.
Yun Feng was still hesitant; after all, this was taking a life, not a trivial matter.
Mr.
Deng, already growing impatient, strode forward, took Yun Feng’s hand, and helped him pull the trigger of the gun.
The hamr struck the base of the bullet, igniting the gunpowder at its end, and with a bang, the brass-colored bullet head was propelled out of the chamber.
After the brief spin through the barrel, the bullet shot out of the muzzle and struck Mr.
Deng squarely in the chest.
With a ting of a crisp tallic sound, like a bullet hitting a steel plate, the bullet bounced right off Mr.
Deng’s chest and skewed to the ground, kicking up a trail of dust.
After firing, Yun Feng was dazed for a mont and hurried to check on Mr.
Deng’s well-being, thinking that if anything serious happened to him, he would no longer have good days ahead.
“You, you’re completely unhard, how is this possible?”
Yun Feng was completely shocked at the situation.
Wang Qiang’s mouth hung open as he hurriedly checked Mr.
Deng’s chest, which showed no sign of injury except for a white mark where the bullet had hit.
“Impervious to blades and guns!
Truly impervious!” Wang Qiang exclaid in shock.
The security guards at the shooting range were also stunned, speechless at what they witnessed.
Mr.
Deng snorted coldly and said indifferently, “Since a young age, I have practiced external martial arts and now, after more than thirty years, have indeed developed the ability to be impervious to blades and guns.”
“A true master, absolutely a master!” exclaid Yun Feng.
Wang Qiang was too shocked to speak.
No wonder he was a warrior carefully selected by the family; he needn’t fear bullets, his strength was truly shocking!
“It’s so good, too good, with a master like Deng Lishi to help us, that Ye Tian is undoubtedly going to die!
Hahaha!” laughed Wang Qiang triumphantly.
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