Chapter 67

The battle started abruptly and ended rather strangely. The five young hooligans, led by the bald youth, didn't even have time to show their fists before Yang Chen pounced on them, knocking them all to the ground with just a few punches and kicks. The pain of the punches and kicks made the five hooligans cry out in agony.

"This..." Hou Xunan, who had been worried that Yang Chen would be at a disadvantage against five opponents, was speechless, his mouth agape. Is this still a Daoist cultivator? Can this still be considered a Daoist cultivator?!

Similarly shocked, besides Hou Xunan, were Song Shijie and his companions in the Maserati.

"Damn, when did this kid become so good at fighting?" Song Shijie was so surprised that the cigarette between his fingers fell to the ground.

The heavily made-up young woman in the back seat exclaimed inappropriately, "So cool!"

"Shut up!" Song Shijie turned his head and glared at her fiercely, gritting his teeth. "These废物... They can't even handle such a small matter. I must have been blind to invite them here!"

"Master Song..."

"What?"

"The situation seems a bit off..." The young man in the back seat, who had previously expressed his concerns, swallowed hard and said shakily, "He... He's coming this way?!"

"What?!" Hearing this, Song Shijie was also startled and quickly turned to look at the station square.

By this time, Yang Chen was already standing outside the Maserati's passenger door, calmly pulling it open. "Get out."

The young man in the passenger seat hadn't even recovered from the shock when Yang Chen grabbed him by the collar and pulled him out.

"Bang~!"

The door was slammed shut again, but this time, Yang Chen was the one sitting in the passenger seat.

For a moment, the Maserati's cabin fell into an eerie silence, which lasted for a long time...

"You... What do you want to do?" Song Shijie, feeling his legs trembling, tried to maintain his composure and said to Yang Chen, "I'm telling you, hitting people is illegal..."

"Slap~!" A loud slap landed on Song Shijie's right cheek!

Yang Chen rubbed his wrist and asked with a smile, "Am I breaking the law?"

"Ugh..." The force of the slap was so strong that it immediately swelled half of Song Shijie's face. He felt something strange rolling on his tongue, and when he spat it out, it turned out to be two teeth!

"You dare to hit me?!" Song Shijie's mouth was leaking air, but his face was filled with shock. "You actually dared to hit me?!"

"Slap~!" Another loud slap!

Yang Chen sneered, "What's wrong with hitting you? Get out of the car!"

After saying this, Yang Chen grabbed Song Shijie by the collar and forcibly pulled him out of the driver's seat, dragging him to the ground from the passenger side door. No matter how Song Shijie struggled, he couldn't escape Yang Chen's iron grip.

Lying on the ground like a dead dog, Song Shijie's face was being stepped on by Yang Chen, and his skin was being scraped.

The three young men in the back seat of the Maserati were so scared that they almost lost their souls. They huddled in the car, not even daring to breathe, their faces filled with fear as they watched Yang Chen stepping on Song Shijie's head through the window.

After a moment, Yang Chen beckoned to the three of them, "You three, get out of the car."

The three young men in the back seat couldn't help but tremble. The first one to get out of the car gave Yang Chen a smile that was even more awkward than crying and said in a trembling voice, "Young Master Chen, I... I didn't know about this..."

To be honest, the circle of rich kids in Jinzhou wasn't very large. Among the younger generation, Yang Chen's status was actually quite high, being one of the few top leaders in the Jinzhou rich kids' circle.

They often saw each other, so it wasn't surprising that they recognized Yang Chen... although Yang Chen couldn't remember who this guy was.

"Stay back." Since he couldn't remember, it meant this guy was just a minor character. Yang Chen didn't want to waste words on them and waved his hand, saying, "Remember, if you want to deal with me, do it openly. Anyone who dares to use such despicable means to annoy me will end up like this Maserati!"

At first, Song Shijie and his companions didn't understand what Yang Chen meant.

It wasn't until Yang Chen arranged for Hou Xunan to sit in the passenger seat of his BMW X6 and fastened the seatbelt... After getting into the driver's seat, Yang Chen smoothly shifted into reverse, and the tires screeched loudly on the ground.

Then, he shifted into drive and floored the gas pedal, and the X6 shot forward like an arrow.

The next scene made Song Shijie's heart race, and his followers were almost scared to death... As the X6 approached the Maserati, about twenty meters away, the car suddenly swayed violently, and the front wheels lifted off the ground!

The rear wheels screeched even louder on the ground, and in a flash, the BMW X6, at a forty-five-degree angle, crashed down onto the Maserati, crushing it under its weight!

The luxury car, worth millions, turned into a pile of scrap metal in seconds. More terrifyingly, after crushing the Maserati, Yang Chen didn't back up but continued to accelerate, and the rear wheels also rolled over the Maserati's roof...

The X6 sped away, leaving a trail of dust, while Song Shijie and his companions were left standing there, pale-faced, not knowing what to do... Who knew what had happened to Yang Chen? When did he become so domineering?!

In a daze, Song Shijie, whose face was almost swollen into a pig's head from the two slaps, suddenly noticed that a crowd had gathered at the station square, and many people were recording the scene with their phones...

Feeling his cheeks burning, Song Shijie roared, "Record, record, record, record your mother's neighbor... Hand over your phones! Stand still... No one is allowed to leave!!"

That night, many internet media outlets published a news article titled: "Rich Second Generation Clash at the Train Station, BMW Crushes Maserati"...

The next morning, Yang Chen, who had talked with Hou Xunan in a hotel room all night, was still half-asleep when he sensed someone opening his room door...

A newspaper was thrown onto his pillow, and his mother, Jin Meifeng, asked with a mix of amusement and concern, "What's this all about?"

Rubbing his eyes, Yang Chen picked up the newspaper and saw a headline on the Jinzhou Morning News: "Lawless! Train Station Brawl, BMW vs. Maserati!"...

"How did this get on the news?" Yang Chen finally woke up a bit, sat up, and casually threw the newspaper aside. "Last night, I went to the train station to pick someone up and ran into Song Shijie, the son of Song Peng'an, the CEO of Sujiang Group..."

He briefly explained what happened at the train station and said, "That's it."

"Song Peng'an's son?" Hearing this, Jin Meifeng looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, "People are already investigating you online... Try to stay home as much as possible for the next few days. This incident is too serious, and our group is in a critical phase of restructuring. Don't cause any more trouble."

After a pause, Jin Meifeng added, "I've seen the video. Where did you learn to drive like that? Don't do that again, it's too dangerous. What if something happens?"

"Okay." Yang Chen scratched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly. While it felt good to do such things, the aftermath was not something to be taken lightly. It's best to avoid it if possible...

Seeing her son's awkward smile, Jin Meifeng realized she couldn't do anything about him.

She gave him an exasperated look and was about to leave... Running such a large group in a short time required her to handle many things.

But before Jin Meifeng left the room, Yang Chen called out to her, "Wait, Mom, I have a question."

"What is it?" Jin Meifeng paused.

"I seem to remember that our Hengyang Group has a piece of land in the eastern suburbs..." Yang Chen, wearing only boxer shorts, got out of bed and stood barefoot on the wooden floor, asking Jin Meifeng, "It was supposed to be used for a factory, but the plan fell through... Is it still useful now?"

"Are you talking about the land by Yanbian Lake in the eastern suburbs?" Jin Meifeng looked at Yang Chen suspiciously and said, "That land is too remote, with poor transportation. It's been useless... Why are you asking?"

"I have a few new projects that need land to build on." Yang Chen smiled. "The land by Yanbian Lake seems suitable... How long was the contract with the government?"

"About fifty years, with about forty years left." Jin Meifeng asked, puzzled, "But the land is large and isolated, with only gravel roads. There's no paved road... What use do you have for it?"

"I have a use, but I won't tell you the details... You'll know eventually." Yang Chen smiled mysteriously and said, "Can you send someone this afternoon to show me the land?"

"Sure, I'll have Old Zhou from the company take you there this afternoon." Jin Meifeng didn't ask more, checked her watch, and said, "I have to go now. I have several contracts to sign this morning. Call me if you need anything."

"Okay, thanks!" Yang Chen nodded.

After Jin Meifeng left, Yang Chen sat back on the bed, thinking about his next move.

The conversation with Hou Xunan the previous night had been pleasant and gave Yang Chen a preliminary understanding of Hou Xunan's current capabilities.

They roughly estimated that to develop and build the 'Energy Particle Collider' in a short time, they first needed to solve the material problem for the core components.

The key material for the core components, the Nine Meteorite Gold Rock, had already been hidden by Yang Chen. As long as they found a few researchers with expertise in metal materials, it wouldn't be difficult to manufacture it in the lab.

The biggest problem now was that Yang Chen had too many things he wanted to do... He needed to prioritize!

Sitting on the bed, Yang Chen muttered to himself, "Where should I start?"