I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 97 - 91: A Small Interlude, A Car Full of Bread People_2

Chapter 97: Chapter 91: A Small Interlude, A Car Full of Bread People_2

He wasn’t talking about anything inappropriate.

Instead, he casually used classic baiting tactics.

People who hang around online forums and Zhihu are aware that if you ask which phones under 2000 yuan are good, almost no one would take it seriously.

But if you say: "Let me be frank, all phones below 2000 yuan are rubbish."

Then countless know-it-alls can’t wait to prove you wrong, achieving the goal of finding an answer through this baiting question strategy.

Thus, Chen Yun also casually said, "Raphael’s paintings are just so-so, right? I could paint better."

This instantly energized Bai Shi.

A torrent of analysis and rebuttal ensued.

"One of the three greats of the Renaissance, the most outstanding painter from Italy, a representative of mannerism, a paragon of classicalism unreachable by later generations..."

All kinds of praises came effortlessly.

Instead of worrying about him getting drowsy while driving, Chen Yun was more concerned that he might get too excited and accidentally flip the car.

"So, when that ’Saint George and the Dragon’ was given to Morgan Law Firm, I really felt pain for a long time."

"Among the many paintings I treasure, there are only two or three by Raphael, and ’Saint George and the Dragon’ is one of the best."

"Arranged in a diagonal composition, the leaping white horse trends upwards, Saint George wielding his sword as if to strike, his posture strikingly gallant and majestic..."

Bai Shi’s floodgate of words hadn’t yet closed when it was abruptly shut by the headlights of a car appearing suddenly in the rearview mirror, flashing its high beams.

The high beams from behind made Bai Shi feel like his eyes were about to be blinded.

For a moment, he couldn’t see what car was behind, only a blindingly bright light.

Then, that car sped up, brushing past Bai Shi’s Cadillac and rushing to the front.

Now he could barely make out that it was a van.

"Fuck, you’ve been driving with your high beams on, huh? And you drive this fast on a country road?!"

"Who do you think owns the road? Crazy!"

Bai Shi muttered under his breath, angrily turning on his high beams as well and flashing them at the car ahead in frustration.

The next moment.

That car suddenly braked right in front of Bai Shi’s car, forcing him to also slam on his brakes.

That sent Bai Shi lurching forward.

The sudden braking.

Startled the two girls in the backseat awake.

Chen Yun wasn’t affected by the sudden braking; he remained firmly in his seat.

But seeing the van boldly cutting off his path, and sensing the group of young people in the van chattering, his expression darkened a bit.

"Road rage?"

Bai Shi raised an eyebrow, looking at the van stopped in front and murmuring to himself thoughtfully.

Under his seat, he had stashed an assortment of parts that could be assembled into a makeshift firearm within ten seconds, if there were no more than five people...

Thinking this, Bai Shi paused.

Even if this backcountry road had no surveillance, it still wasn’t right to commit murder in the street, in front of friends and a girlfriend.

The thing under the seat was a last resort.

In the trunk, though, he did have a club and some highly irritating sprays...

Jiang Anping in the back seat didn’t say anything.

Usually calm, she remained just as calm now, just quietly clutching the cross-shaped necklace around her neck that could be detached as a dagger.

As a girl who had always been calm and physically weak, it wasn’t strange for her to always wear a small dagger shaped like a cross,

hidden as a necklace, right?

"Should we get out of the car? Would it be safer inside?"

"Or maybe... call the police?"

Sun Huwen, the only normal one in the car, hearing Bai Shi muttering about road rage, cautiously offered her logical suggestions.

The next moment.

Without waiting for Bai Shi or Chen Yun to answer.

Eight people descended from the van ahead, their hairstyles and dress could only be described as bizarre and colorful.

They all seemed quite young.

The leader, with a cigarette in his mouth and one hand in his pocket.

Swinging his odd mohawk as he approached with a carefree swagger.

The seven people behind him followed suit.

Walking as if they were electrically charged.

Seeing this gang of flamboyant thugs, Bai Shi thought about the fastest route to retrieve items from the trunk, then immediately reached for the car door handle, ready to dash to the back to grab things.

But...

Chen Yun beside him was quicker.

At that moment, he had already opened the car door and stepped out, heading straight towards the gang without hesitation.

"Hey! Chen Yun!"

"Damn, even if you can fight, don’t take on eight at once."

Bai Shi’s eyes widened in alarm as he yelled.

He knew Chen Yun could fight, but there were eight of them coming; the saying "Two fists are no match for four hands" was not just for show.

Seeing Chen Yun didn’t turn back, Bai Shi immediately opened the car door.

He thought about going to help, but reason kept him from going right away.

"Don’t get out of the car, you two!"

After instructing the two girls, he didn’t hesitate and turned to rush toward the trunk of the Cadillac.

In his haste, he grabbed a can of pepper spray and an electric shock device and then spun around to run toward Chen Yun.

Inside the car, Jiang Anping’s expression remained calm.

But her eyes held a bit of seriousness.

She clenched a crucifix necklace in her hand, pulling it sharply out, half remaining attached to the necklace, while the other half emerged, with a small dagger attached that Jiang Anping held in her hand.

"Hey? Sheng Jiang? Hey??!!"

"Weren’t you told not to get out?"

Sun Huwen watched as Jiang Anping took out a knife and followed suit, looking rather puzzled as she sat in place.

She watched the two groups approaching each other.

After a moment of anxiety, she bit her lip, picking up an eyebrow razor from her makeup bag and hastily opened the door to follow.

...

Watching as two men and two women gradually got out of the Cadillac, the leader of the gang in the van couldn’t help but laugh.

Eight against four! The advantage was his!

Thinking thus, he prepared to pull out a collapsible baton from his pocket to give a lesson to the man leading the charge.

But before he could even swing,

the baton somehow ended up in the hands of the man in front of him.

"Hey?"

Frowning, he didn’t have time to think more about it.

Then he felt a massive force hit his face.

Then he was flipped onto the ground, seeing stars as the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground too.

"Fuck me!"

The gang leader yelled.

He had just tried to rise from the ground when Chen Yun slapped him again without hesitation.

The slap wasn’t hard, but it was loud enough and precisely timed to make the gang leader see stars again, involuntarily falling back to the ground.

"Fuck me..."

The gang leader tried to stand again.

Chen Yun didn’t hesitate and slapped him again.

Then, grabbing the gang leader’s collar, he lifted him half up and delivered uninterrupted slaps.

While hitting, he calmly repeated, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."

The motion was fluid and the rhythm was smooth, the impact sounds impressive.

Everyone else was dumbfounded, staring blankly, not knowing what to do.

The gang leader struggled several times but could not break free from Chen Yun’s grip, which was strong like hydraulic pliers, and could only endure the slaps one after another.

The whole scene looked incredibly brutal.

Before long,

the gang leader, his facial muscles swollen, strained to shout:

"I give up! I’m beaten! I truly give up!"

Hearing this, Chen Yun stopped.

The gang leader finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Chen Yun, holding the gang leader by his collar, walked toward the rest of the gang.

But just as he took a step, the gang members swallowed and took a step back in unison.

Clearly, they were frightened by Chen Yun.

Despite their numbers, they were just a disorderly mob—those so-called brothers who would bully the weak and fear the strong, never daring to step forward when it really mattered.

"Just fuck off."

"Go back and get that messed up hair of yours sorted."

Chen Yun casually tossed the gang leader back.

He also casually snapped the baton and threw it back.

The group hurriedly helped their leader, whose body wasn’t much harmed but whose spirit felt thoroughly violated, into the van.

They didn’t even spare a glance for the broken pieces of the baton on the ground.

The van struggled to start twice in their haste and then sped away.

Chen Yun was followed by Bai Shi, Jiang Anping, and Sun Huwen, who were also stunned, clearly not expecting such an outcome to the incident.