Chapter 107 — We'll See About That
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
The Audi TT bore the plate Song A-T-T-0-0-0—no wonder the girl spoke with such swagger. Wei Zhao, however, paid it no mind. So long as he did not go too far, even a girl with a formidable family behind her would not kick up a fuss on her behalf.
And from the car the girl drove, one could tell that her family had originally meant for her to keep a low profile; the plate had likely been arranged by some relative or friend angling to curry favor with her.
Wei Zhao walked around to the front of the Audi TT and laid one hand on its rear. The little delinquent girl and the others fell silent, watching him with a certain puzzlement, unable to guess what he meant to do.
"Don't tell me this fool's thinking of pushing the car?" The trendy young man who had spoken before broke the silence, as though he had divined Wei Zhao's intent. "You out of your mind? This thing weighs over a ton, and the handbrake's on—you think you can push it?"
Wei Zhao ignored him. His single hand flattened into a palm and drove forward against the rear of the Audi TT in a quick shove—a blow that looked utterly simple, yet the Audi TT was shoved straight out, leaving a row of tire marks smeared across the ground with a shrill screech.
"Holy—no way?" The young man who had been so smugly calling Wei Zhao a fool was struck dumb himself. "It actually moved?"
"My car..." The little delinquent girl gave a start, caught between shock and distress, and could not help crying out at the sight of her tires worn down. Yet Wei Zhao had not truly overstepped; she wanted to make trouble, but had no pretext for it. The whole affair had begun with her blocking someone else's lane, after all. At that thought, the girl turned to the young man from before, seeking help.
"Looking to die, are you? You dare lay a hand on Sister Feng's car? Tired of living?" The young man had played the gallant more than once or twice; in a situation like this, it was hard for a girl to step forward, but he had no such scruples and jumped out at once.
Sister Feng? Wei Zhao was startled. Had he run into a figure out of legend? He looked closely at the little delinquent's face—this was no Sister Feng. Even caked in makeup like a ghost, she looked nothing like Sister Feng. It had to be a case of the same name...
Wei Zhao paid him no mind, casually sweeping him aside, and then, under the stunned gazes of the crowd, shoved the Hyundai Rongyu blocking the S5's flank sideways out of the way.
That earlier feat—pushing the Audi TT from its rear—had been startling enough, though a man of some strength could manage it. But pushing a car out sideways from its flank was a far harder trick, and the resistance involved could well be imagined.
"You—" The trendy young man still wanted to say a few more words, but seeing that Wei Zhao was indeed formidably strong, and that this was a busy commercial street where they might provoke a quarrel but could hardly start a brawl, he got out the single word "you" and then froze there.
"I'll remember you. As long as you're still in Songshan, we'll settle this." The little delinquent girl glared venomously at Wei Zhao. Today this creature had made her lose face utterly, and this grudge she would surely settle one day.