Chapter 171 Car damage

Chapter 171 Car damage

Chapter 171 Car damage

When they came out of the nightclub, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. The three of them had drunk quite a lot, so Jiang Yiyu suggested not to go back home tonight, but to book a few rooms at the Dynasty Hotel and rest for a night. With the company of beautiful women around him, he would not be lonely.

But his proposal was rejected by An Rushong and Shen Wuguo. The former did not want to sleep with the women with them as he did not have that kind of heavy taste, while the latter had to go home to take care of his wife. According to Shen Wuguo, his wife was four months pregnant and needed someone by her side.

To be honest, An Rushong actually had a different feeling towards this guy. In the so-called upper class circles in Korea, almost all of them are vulgar people. It is really not easy to find a man who cares about his wife.

But then again, maybe what he cares about is not his wife, but the baby in her belly.

Since An Rusong and Shen Wuguo refused to stay overnight, Jiang Yiyu couldn't stay alone. The three of them sent away the girl who accompanied them for drinks and went downstairs while talking.

When they arrived at the underground parking lot, the three of them chatted briefly before saying goodbye and going to their respective parking lots to get their cars.

An Rushong found where he parked his car based on his memory. When he saw the parking space from afar, he was a little confused because his brand new Mercedes-Benz seven-seater had changed its appearance and looked like a garbage truck.

The black body of the car was now covered with filthy graffiti, and even the windows were painted with swear words in red paint. In addition, the tires of the car were all punctured, and the inner tube of the right front wheel was cut out.

I go!

Seeing this scene, the first thing that flashed through An Rushong's mind was those non-mainstream people who were hanging around in the parking lot when he arrived, especially the two girls sitting on the hood of the Hyundai sedan. But if he thought about it carefully, he didn't provoke them, so why did they mess up his car like this?
Damn it, if An Rushong doesn’t deal with these bastards, he feels like he won’t be able to sleep!
He stood in front of his parking space, took out his cell phone and was about to call the police. Call the police first, find those bastards, and then...
He was thinking about how to fight back when a white, square Mercedes SUV slowly drove over and stopped about seven or eight meters away from him.

"What's the matter, Rushong?" Shen Wuguo asked, sticking his head out from the driver's seat window rolled down.

An Rushong didn't say anything, but just looked at his Mercedes Benz seven-seater and spread his hands.

Following his line of sight, Shen Wuguo soon saw the car with the spray paint on it. He frowned, pushed the door open and got out of the car. While walking towards this side, he asked, "Your car?"

An Rushong nodded and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

"Do you know who did it?" Shen Wuguo had already walked to his side and asked.

"They should be a group of wild boys," An Rushong briefly recounted what happened when he came here, and then expressed his guess.

"What are you going to do now?" Shen Wuguo asked after hesitating for a moment.

"Call the police and find these people first," An Rusong said while dialing the phone, "and then..."

He smiled at Shen Wuguo, and then added: "Then talk to them about reason."

Shen Wuguo smiled. He reached out and took An Rusong's phone, hung up the phone, and said, "I know where to find those guys. You don't have to call the police, let alone reason with them. If you believe me, just let me handle this matter. How about it?"

As the two were talking, another car drove over and stopped behind Shen Wuguo's SUV. After a while, Jiang Yiyu came around from behind the car, looked at the two from a distance and asked, "What's the matter? Have you changed your mind again and decided to stay here? Hehe, I told you, again."

He was talking in a trance as he walked over. When he saw An Rushong's car, he suddenly stopped, widened his eyes and cursed: "Oh my god, this is your car, Rushong, who did this?!"

"Who do you think could come here to cause trouble?" Shen Wuguo snorted and said.

Jiang Yiyu was stunned for a moment, then he understood, and said, "It must be that bastard from Jian Yuzhen's family. Ha, that's great. I've disliked him for a long time, so I might as well teach him a lesson now."

An Rusong looked at Shen Wuguo in confusion, and then heard him say, "Jian Yuzhen is the investor and chairman of the Dynasty Hotel. He has a son who is not so worrying, named..."

He obviously didn't remember the other party's name. Having said that, he said to Jiang Yiyu who was on the phone: "What's his name?" "Jian Zhesheng," Jiang Yiyu happened to dial the number. He simply replied and then walked away while talking on the phone. From what he said to the person on the other end of the phone, it was obvious that he was looking for help.

"Yes, his name is Jian Zhesheng, a second-generation bastard who doesn't know what he's talking about," Shen Wuguo took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and handed it to An Rusong, and said, "I haven't been to Wang Chao for a long time. I heard that this guy often brings a group of hooligans here to mess around in this area. It seems that they have also formed a motorcycle gang, riding motorcycles all day to cause trouble."

An Rushong nodded. When he went upstairs before, the non-mainstream guys he saw did look like bikers dressed like they were from a gang, but he didn't see any motorcycles.

In the past two years, the public security in Seoul has not been good. There are many so-called motorcycle gangs. These young people wearing strange clothes and colorful hair would rush to the streets to race cars in the dead of night. They are unscrupulous and treat their own lives and the lives of others as nothing.

"Calling the police is not a good option to deal with these people," Shen Wuguo continued. "Of course, I also know that you have a good relationship with those people in the Southern Cave Sect, but the two brothers of the Zhao family are gangsters after all. If you let them handle this kind of thing, it will easily get you into trouble. After all, although these brats don't have a very deep background, their families still have some money. Do you understand what I mean?"

An Rushong nodded. Of course he understood what the other party meant. If the gangsters got involved in something like this, the nature of the matter would be different. These guys' families were rich. If they spent money to spread the news and then put the blame on him, the problem would become complicated.

"Let Yiyu handle it," Shen Wuguo put his hand on An Rusong's shoulder and continued, "He is an old hand at handling this kind of thing and has a lot of experience."

While the two were talking, Jiang Yiyu also finished his call. He looked at the screen, humming a little tune as he walked back. He didn't stop until he reached An Rusong and the others. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, Rusong, I will definitely help you get rid of this anger tonight. Not only will I get rid of this anger, but I will also make Jian Yuzhen pay for it. Didn't his son ruin your car? Hehe, this time, make him pay for ten of the same cars. If he loses one, I will chop off a finger of his precious son."

An Rushong blinked, then turned to look at Shen Wuguo, thinking: Won't you get into trouble by doing this? Are you going to chop off someone's fingers?
The three of them had been smoking half a cigarette when Jiang Yiyu's phone rang again. After he answered the call, he said to An Rusong and the others, "Let's go. Those bastards are all over Maochen Bridge. I've asked Yuan Zheng and his men to stop them. They should be here in about ten minutes."

At that moment, the three of them didn't say any more nonsense. An Rushong got into Shen Wuguo's car, Jiang Yiyu drove his own car, and the three of them drove two cars straight to Maochen Bridge.

Maochen Bridge is a bridge over Cheonggyecheon. According to Shen Wuguo, almost every night around midnight, there are racers holding competitions there. They start from Banpo Han River Park, along Cheonggyecheon to Maochen Bridge, Gwanggyo Bridge, and finally arrive at Cheonggyecheon Square.

Some people race cars, and some race motorcycles. Most of the participants are second-generation rich people, but there are not many of them with truly prominent family backgrounds. This is because those second-generation rich people with truly prominent family backgrounds have their own special racing tracks, and they would not bother to race on such low-level city tracks.

Starting from the underground parking lot of Dynasty Hotel, the three of them rushed all the way to Maochen Bridge, which only took them a dozen minutes.

There is an open area below the extension line of the left bank of Maochen Bridge. When An Rushong and his companions drove to Maochen Bridge, they saw from afar that the open area was full of various cars and motorcycles. The people gathered there were mostly young people wearing strange clothes and dyed hair of various colors. There were both men and women, and women accounted for the majority.

Shen Wuguo parked the car on the side of the road, and An Rushong got out with him. The three of them gathered together on the side of the road, and saw an obviously modified Honda sedan slowly driving towards them.

The car stopped only four or five meters away from the three people. The driver's door opened, and a young man who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old got out of the car. He waved at the three people and greeted them, "Brother Wu Guo, Brother Yi Yu!"

While greeting him like this, he trotted over, looked at An Rusong with a smile on his face, and said, "And, there is this brother."

"This is Brother Rusong," Jiang Yiyu grabbed the shoulder of his coat, pulled him to his side, and said, "Where is the person I asked you to find?"

"Over there," the young man pointed in the direction of the open space and said, "Jian Zhesheng and the dozen or so bastards who hang out with him all day are over there. I have arranged people to keep an eye on them."

After that, he bowed to An Rusong again and respectfully called him, "Brother Rusong."

While he was greeting An Rushong, Jiang Yiyu was looking at his car. There were other people in his car, including three girls sitting in the passenger seat and the back seat.

"Hey, you're great, you've changed your girlfriend again," Jiang Yiyu said with a smile after looking for a while.

"Hehe, they're not girlfriends, they're just for fun," the young man said with a smile, "If Brother Yiyu is interested, I'll let them accompany you."

(End of this chapter)