Chapter 84

"Sorry, Xiaoru, I couldn't help you this time." Hong Xiaobao's sincere eyes shimmered with a hint of moisture: "Xiaoru, if you come to the Mountain City Base again, please let me know earlier so I can treat you as a host!"

"Thank you, goodbye." Xiaoru said, then held the cake box with both hands and climbed into a low-key luxury nanny-type flying car.

She knew that this "goodbye" would likely be a final one. Even if there was a chance to meet again, she didn't want to. Hong Xiaobao's behavior, especially his defamation of Wang Ge, made her very repulsed. She was a kind and gentle girl, incapable of cursing at Hong Xiaobao like a street hag. Saying a cold "goodbye" and turning to leave was already the limit of what she could do.

"Xiao..." Hong Xiaobao also sensed the distance and coldness in Xiaoru's words. Realizing his opportunity was lost, he desperately tried to say something to salvage the situation, but was silenced by the cold gaze of Old Dong, who had taken off his sunglasses.

The Hong family had connections with the Zhao family, but they were not in the same league. In the vast Zhao family, the Hong family was merely a distant relative in decline.

"Thank you, Young Master Hong, for your help this time. I will report this matter to my superiors." Old Dong's words were stiff, lacking any sense of gratitude.

Hong Xiaobao's previous behavior also made Old Dong and Xiao Bei very unhappy. As Xiaoru's personal bodyguard, if Xiaoru disliked someone, that person became their mortal enemy.

Without waiting for Hong Xiaobao's response, Old Dong turned and climbed into the flying car. The door closed, and the bald Xiao Bei, who had already started the car, stepped on the gas, and the flying car sped away with a roar, disappearing into the dark night sky.

Hong Xiaobao's two bodyguards waited for a while, seeing that he remained motionless, and cautiously asked, "Young Master, we..."

"Find out!" Hong Xiaobao's chubby face was like it was covered in frost, and he commanded sharply: "I give you five days, no! Three days! You must find out who this bumpkin is!"

"Yes!" The two bodyguards hurriedly responded, but they were tearing up inside. How could they find out? They would have to look for surveillance footage, but the Hong family's influence didn't extend to Meteor Street. They would need to go through roundabout connections to get in. The key was that they couldn't openly use the family's resources for this, which was frustrating...

After this black market auction, the Brothers Black Store had gained a reputation and was officially recognized by the black market industry on Meteor Street.

Business started coming in from that night, which was both good and bad.

If business was bad, Wang Ge would have to work hard every day. If business was good, Wang Ge would still have to work hard. The next day, he went out to hunt insect beasts and gather herbs again.

The store's business wasn't limited to these two activities, but currently, Wang Ge could only handle these two. For the others, he needed to go through channels to purchase or collect goods. After all, Wang Ge was just one person.

Wang Ge returned to Meteor Street at night, handed over his day's harvest to Curly, and left the Brothers Black Store, preparing to go home.

Pushing his old motorcycle out of the underground garage, as Wang Ge was about to mount it, a dilapidated minivan slowly drove out from a nearby alley.

Although flying cars were the mainstream, they were expensive, and ordinary people couldn't afford them.

There were always experts among the common people, and the poor had their own ways. For example, the old motorcycle Wang Ge rode and this dilapidated minivan were the main modes of transportation on Earth at the beginning of the century, but they were completely replaced by flying cars twenty years ago.

In places like Meteor Street, there were always experts who could restore old, scrapped vehicles, and they were surprisingly durable. Rich kids liked the thrill of driving these old cars close to the ground and would buy modified vintage cars for street racing.

In short, these old, primitive cars had not yet exited the stage. However, they could only be seen in places like Meteor Street, North Plain Road, and Western Origin Road, not in places like North City Sky Street.

Wang Ge seemed not to notice the dilapidated minivan. It wasn't unusual for a minivan to appear on Meteor Street.

He started the old motorcycle and drove towards the floating train station, spewing black smoke.

The passenger in the minivan was a bearded, muscular man fiddling with his communication watch. A virtual image about a foot square appeared on his watch, showing Wang Ge's face.

"That's him." The bearded man's eyes flashed with a cold look as he stared at Wang Ge's back. "Follow him."

"Got it, Dog Brother." The driver was a tall, fat man who looked uncomfortable in the narrow driver's seat. The seatbelt was tight around his chest, making his chest look like a woman's.

"He's the hottest boxer in the underground ring recently." The bearded man, Dog Brother, glanced back at the two men in the back seat. "Although he's only a Level 7 life form, he's won twenty consecutive matches from C-level to B-level. Even if it's just luck, we can't underestimate him. Second Cannon, Dumb Bird, be prepared, just in case."

Dumb Bird, a stocky man who looked a bit dim-witted, immediately contradicted Dog Brother: "Dog Brother, can't we just run him over?"

Second Cannon, a burly man, pulled out a metal bat and slapped it against his palm, smiling. "Dog Brother, you're being too careful. Even if we don't kill him, we have an Eighth-Level life form here, plus the three of us. How could he escape?"

"Better safe than sorry." Dog Brother rolled his eyes at Dumb Bird, knowing the boy spoke without thinking. He didn't argue but said to Second Cannon, "I heard that Mad Dog was defeated by this guy, and Mad Dog is also an Eighth-Level life form!"

"Right, right." The fat driver agreed.

"Really?" Second Cannon was surprised but then laughed. "No problem, we'll run him over first. Even if he doesn't die, he'll be seriously injured. Then we'll swarm him. No matter how strong he is, what can he do? We're on a mission, not following some code of honor!"

"Right, right." The fat driver echoed, seemingly without a mind of his own, agreeing with whatever Dog Brother said.

Meteor Street was full of ruins and garbage dumps, perfect for ambushes, assassinations, and sneak attacks.

As they passed a dilapidated factory, Dog Brother flicked the cigarette butt out the open window and ordered the fat driver, "Pig Head, run him over!"

"Got it, Dog Brother." Pig Head, who had been following Wang Ge's motorcycle at a steady pace, immediately stepped on the clutch, downshifted, and then slammed the gas pedal. The minivan lurched forward as if kicked from behind, roaring towards Wang Ge.

However, Wang Ge didn't panic or try to avoid or speed up. Instead, to Dog Brother and Pig Head's surprise, he suddenly braked, causing the motorcycle to skid sideways. Then, he rolled off the motorcycle and tumbled to the side of the road.

"Bang—"

The minivan couldn't react in time and crashed into the skidding motorcycle. The impact pushed the motorcycle along the asphalt, creating a screeching sound and sparks, like a movie special effect.

"Damn—" Dog Brother and Pig Head were completely taken aback. They thought they were being stealthy, but it was clear they had been noticed.

Pig Head slammed on the brakes, but the sudden acceleration made it impossible to stop quickly. Worse, the minivan lost balance due to the underground motorcycle, and one of the front tires lifted off the ground, pressing down on the motorcycle.

"Hold it, hold it!" Second Cannon shouted in panic, grabbing the door handle to prevent the car from flipping.

Fortunately, the minivan, though tilting, didn't flip over.

Wang Ge quickly got up and, like a agile leopard, sprinted forward. Ahead was a dilapidated utility pole, a relic from the old days. Since Meteor Street became a dark zone, it had long been neglected and was now rotten.

As he ran, Wang Ge leaped and kicked the most rotten part of the pole with all his might. The metal pole snapped instantly!

Wang Ge continued running and caught the falling half of the pole with both hands.

After a few more steps, he threw the two-meter-long pole like a javelin at the minivan.

He aimed for the tires.

"Boom!" The tip of the pole struck the tire, and the impact immediately destabilized the minivan.

The minivan, still moving forward, began to roll, creating a loud noise and a series of sparks in the darkness.

It seemed that Pig Head accidentally turned on the high beams, and the two beams of light flickered wildly as the car rolled, like a concert.

Wang Ge didn't stop. After throwing the pole, he accelerated again and rushed towards the minivan. When it finally stopped upside down, Wang Ge arrived and, using his momentum, kicked the already deformed door with all his might.

"Bang—"

The door caved in deeply, the thin metal sheet tearing, and blood gushed out from the cracks as Wang Ge retracted his foot...

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