My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome
Chapter 283 - Chapter 283 Chapter 282 Intercept Midway

Chapter 283: Chapter 282: Intercept Midway Chapter 283: Chapter 282: Intercept Midway Shao Zifeng squatted down to pick up the silver fern from the soil, still a bit surprised by the information on the screen.

He hadn’t expected the national flower of Cyland Island to have such effects; he wondered if all silver ferns possessed them or if it was a rare occurrence.

If every single fern had this ability, Cyland Island wouldn’t have sold them to outsiders so easily.

From what Shao Zifeng could surmise, they most likely were unaware of the silver fern’s hidden powers.

He pocketed the silver fern, realizing now wasn’t the time to contemplate on this.

“Clean up and don’t leave anything behind, let’s get out of here.”

In the smoke-filled room with its dimly lit, ambiguous lights and dirty air, Shao Zifeng couldn’t wait to leave.

A few burly men were lying motionless on the floor, while several technicians huddled in the corner, covering their mouths, not daring to make a sound.

Qiuqiu jumped off Shao Zifeng, looking at the two heat-emitting Evil Dogs with a mischievous smile on its face.

Snap!

Qiuqiu forcefully broke off a few bloody fangs and, holding them like a trophy, ran back to Shao Zifeng.

“Meow.”

Shao Zifeng squatted to receive the fangs, just as Qiuqiu turned back and rummaged through the pockets of the group.

When it returned, its little paws were clutching a few Cyland coins, its long tail wagging happily.

“Tsk, never realized you were so violent before,” Cang Haiyuan said as he dressed, looking at the people lying on the ground.

Shao Zifeng clenched his fist but said nothing. Lately, his emotions were increasingly difficult to control; he admitted to himself that he was a bit scared, fearful he might become someone he wasn’t.

“Hurry up and get dressed, stop the chatter.”

Facing Shao Zifeng’s impatience, Cang Haiyuan seemed unconcerned, “Hey, I hope our scuffle here won’t affect the research mission.”

Hearing his words, the rest, including Yang Qi, looked over as well.

As the last sanctuary on this planet, Antarctica was a holy land in the hearts of all researchers; missing this opportunity would be something they might regret for a lifetime.

“It won’t. Before I came here, I checked and the violent gangs here are considered a cancer to the city. If we stay, we might even get a medal from the Cyland police,” Shao Zifeng said calmly, making up stories on the spot. In times like these, it was crucial to calm them down first.

“Really?” Cang Haiyuan looked at the men on the ground with interest, his hands clasped together, knuckles cracking.

Shao Zifeng glanced at him, “You can stay and try if you want.”

Cang Haiyuan pondered seriously for a moment, then quickly shook his head, “Nah, I don’t want to miss the trip to Antarctica.”

Shao Zifeng: …

Can’t you tell I’m just kidding?

Unlike his aloof demeanor during their initial meetings, Shao Zifeng realized after spending more time with him that this guy was actually pretty funny.

Stepping over the people feigning death on the floor, Shao Zifeng and his group opened the door and hurried downstairs.

Seeing them leave, a henchman rolled and crawled to his boss, “Boss, boss, wake up, quick!”

With help from the underling, the burly, bloodied man slowly opened his eyes. He looked around the hazy room, the sequence of preceding events flashing through his mind.

His hands trembling, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number, “Big… Big brother, I’ve been… been beaten up.”

…

In the spacious and bright lobby on the first floor.

The professional-looking lady who had received Shao Zifeng hurried over as she saw the group coming downstairs, “Sir… Hey.”

Shao Zifeng pushed her aside without looking back and left the club.

Cang Haiyuan gave her a sneaky smile and tossed her a flirtatious wink by flicking his long fringe.

As the group left one after another, the lady’s face shifted between light and shade. She rushed to the front desk and picked up the phone.

Click.

Shao Zifeng shut the car door heavily, looked at the brightly lit European architecture outside the window, and without turning back, said, “Go to the wharf.”

Seven people split into two taxis, heading one after another towards the small wharf near the city center.

Cang Haiyuan sat in the passenger seat, turning his head to look at Shao Zifeng. His demeanor was as relaxed as ever, as if nothing could affect his mood.

“Hey, do you think they will chase after us and then put on a ‘Fast & Furious’ show on the streets?”

Shao Zifeng glanced at him, “Who are you getting ‘Fast & Furious’ with?”

“I…”

Cang Haiyuan opened his mouth, nearly choked?

Night deepened, and public transportation in Christchurch City had ceased operation. The two taxis sped along the deserted streets.

Cang Haiyuan looked at the European architecture under the street lights, feeling somewhat disappointed that his hopes for a ‘Fast & Furious’ experience had not been fulfilled.

“Hey, do you think they…”

“Shut up.”

As they neared an intersection, Shao Zifeng suddenly caught a wave of malicious emotion.

He hastily shouted to the driver, “Stop the car!”

Just then, a black sedan cut across from another street with a roaring thunderous sound.

Hiss!!

The blinding headlights forced the taxi to slam on the brakes.

The wheels locked up instantaneously, and due to inertia, the vehicle slid forward a distance before slowly coming to a stop.

Pulled back into his seat by the seatbelt, the driver looked up with a furious face.

But when he saw the emblem of crossed revolvers on the front car, he instantly turned pale and began to tremble uncontrollably.

The black sedan stopped about ten meters in front of the taxi, and the dust stirred by the light lingered in the air.

“Damn it.”

The sudden braking caused Cang Haiyuan, who wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, to hit his head. Holding his forehead, he looked at the driver, “Can’t you drive properly?”

Despite not understanding Chinese, the driver’s face paled, and he suddenly snapped to alertness.

He unbuckled his seatbelt swiftly, opened the door, and ran out. He raised his hands high, shouting something loudly.

The doors of the black sedan swung open, and several bald men stepped out, carrying machetes in their hands.

“Fuck.”

Cang Haiyuan cursed under his breath at the sight; he was about to head for the driver’s seat when Shao Zifeng stopped him.

“You go take the car behind; leave this to me.”

“Do you believe in me?” Cang Haiyuan glanced at the taxi behind through the rearview mirror and gritted his teeth, “Be careful.”

Cang Haiyuan pushed open the door and ran out while Shao Zifeng climbed into the driver’s seat, trying hard to recall the maneuvers of Li Yiming’s neighbor, the uncle.

Watching the menacing approach of the bald men, Shao Zifeng took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel with both hands.

Ignition, clutch in, shift to first gear.

The right foot tip pressed on the brake.

Boom!

The taxi’s four wheels spun in place, with the RPM quickly soaring past 3000 on the dash.

The body shook violently under the strain, as the sound of rubber friction against the concrete emitted a piercing screech, sending plumes of white smoke into the air.

As the RPMs climbed higher, Shao Zifeng’s adrenaline also surged rapidly.

Although it was his first time driving, he was incredibly calm at that moment.