Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 333 - : The Sparrow Stalks Behind_1

Chapter 333: Chapter 333: The Sparrow Stalks Behind_1

“Is this person sick or something? It’s clearly his fault. I really don’t know if his brain is rusted or he’s got some mental issue!”

“He’s obviously trying to pull a scam. People like this should never be indulged, or else once they taste success, who knows who they might swindle in the future!”

“Scumbag! I support calling the traffic police to bring justice! Acting all high and mighty with his Maserati. I drive a Bugatti and even I don’t make a fuss!”

“Hey, isn’t that Mr. Leocadia? When did you buy a Bugatti? Why didn’t I know about this? I’ve been seeing you ride your electric scooter to work these days. Did you get a windfall or something?”

“No… I was just saying things. I meant a BYD…”

It was the rush hour at the end of the workday, and many passersby were attracted by the argument between the two men.

Many vehicles, because of the traffic congestion, stopped and the drivers got out to join the debate.

But the residents of Five-river Province are mostly wealthy and have high standards, so while they enjoyed watching the commotion, no one joined in on the argument.

“I’m telling you, don’t go too far!” The little boss was anxious. The Saint Heir had been sitting in the car for five minutes and might lose his temper if this went on longer.

However, being swindled of a million by this rogue inevitably made him risk getting so angry he could fall ill.

If he called the police, it would take at least half an hour just for the traffic police to handle the situation, and that was during the rush hour—if there was a traffic jam, he might have to stay there for a whole hour.

Asking the Saint Heir to change cars at a time like this would be like signing one’s death warrant.

Saint Heir was a loner by nature, not fond of crowds, and now he was amidst a bustling market surrounded by commoners.

If a man in a red robe were to step out of the car, it would inevitably lead to gawking onlookers taking photos, which would go against the Saint Heir’s way of conducting himself.

“I’m asking you just one thing, will you pay or not? If you pay today, you can leave; if not, call the police! My car will stay parked right here, and I will stick it out with you to the end!” The man with sunglasses pointed to the road beneath his feet, righteously saying, “I will absolutely not compromise with evil forces, and I am determined to fight to the end against scoundrels like you!”

If it weren’t for an urgent matter he had to handle, the little boss really felt like giving the guy in sunglasses an award for Best Actor.

It was clearly your fault for rear-ending, clearly your full responsibility, and now you’re not satisfied even with four hundred thousand and have the nerve to say you represent justice!

Shameless is truly invincible!

“So, made up your mind yet? I’m about to call the police!” the man with sunglasses said, gripping his phone and waving it in front of the little boss.

“Young man, listen to your auntie, call the police! Didn’t he say he would give you a million if it was his full responsibility? We all heard that. We can be your witnesses! Showing off in a Maserati and can’t even recognize yourself. Young people these days are so shallow!” An onlooking auntie couldn’t stand it anymore, walked over to the little boss’s side, and encouraged him out loud.

“Right! Call the police! Let the traffic cops handle this rotten scoundrel! Just a minor scratch, basically no damage at all, and he dares to ask for a million. That’s just extortion! A scam!”

“He’s fully responsible, what are you afraid of? Call the police!”

The crowd joined in the commotion, accusing the man with sunglasses of behavior lacking any shame.

The little boss had grievances that he couldn’t express. Did he not know it was the other’s full responsibility? But the problem was he was in a rush to get to the Ridge Family villa.

If not for this urgent matter, he could take down the guy in sunglasses with ease!

What’s a broken Maserati worth, anyway?

“Auntie, what did you just say? My hearing is not good, I didn’t catch that clearly.” The man with sunglasses held out several hundred-dollar bills toward the auntie.

“I said you are a shameless…” The auntie started, but then she saw the money in front of her.

Seeing him waving the bills, the auntie tentatively took them into her hands, and her expression turned into one of glee, “I said don’t let rumors sway you, I support you in this. We shouldn’t jump to conclusions before the traffic police arrive! Also, this Mercedes, man, your Maserati is brand new, wouldn’t anyone be upset about their new car getting damaged?”

The little boss furrowed his brows and his look toward the auntie changed.

Thud! Thud!

Right then, someone knocked on the window of the back seat.

“Saint Heir!” The underboss hurried to the window.

“Give him the money, and by the way, find a place to kill him.” Saint Heir lowered the car window and said indifferently.

“Understood!” The underboss took a deep breath and approached the man: “One million is not a small sum, I can give it to you, but let my car go first, and I’ll go with you to the bank to withdraw the money.”

Letting Saint Heir go to the Ridge Family villa first, he would stay behind to quietly deal with this man and then disguise the death as an accident.

This would not only vent his spleen but also solve the problem.

“Deal! Then you go ahead!” The man in sunglasses surprisingly agreed with the underboss and opened his own car door: “Get in, I know where there’s a bank nearby, and you better not think about reneging.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not short of money.” The underboss sat in the passenger seat, a wicked smile appearing on his face: “I know there’s a bank nearby, I passed it on the way here, now turn around and drive toward the old city district.”

Once the car left the city area, he would have the man crash into a tree within minutes, creating the scene of a traffic accident.

Even if there were a site investigation, no evidence would be found.

He was rather professional at doing this kind of thing.

“Alrighty!” The man in sunglasses seemed to be oblivious to the danger, merrily driving in the direction of the old city district.

Before long, the car left the city area, and there was no one on either side of the road.

The underboss quietly reached for the knife at his waist but suddenly froze.

How come the dagger he had placed at his waist couldn’t be found?

“Looking for this?” The man in sunglasses drove with one hand while holding up a shiny small steel knife in the other.

“How did it end up with you!”

The underboss’s face turned pale with shock. Despite his superior skills, his weapon had been silently taken by the other party, and he felt a sudden chill down his spine.

“Giving it back to you, huh!” The man in sunglasses chuckled hehe, and in an instant, the dagger stabbed into the underboss’s heart.

“You…”

The underboss looked at the man in sunglasses and, until his death, couldn’t believe that he had gone from being the hunter to the hunted.

“Boss, the job is done. Successfully delayed them for ten minutes; they should be just leaving the city area now,” the man in sunglasses said into his phone after sending a voice message.

Meanwhile, on a road outside the South City Street, several trees suddenly fell down, completely blocking the traffic there.

The trees were broken at two points, effectively sealing off a stretch of road about eight hundred meters long.

No car from the front could get through, and no car from behind could enter.

And trapped right in the middle of the road was Saint Heir’s motorcade.

“Saint Heir, something doesn’t seem right up ahead; I think someone might be lying in ambush,” a bodyguard, seeing the fallen trees, instinctively reached into his pocket and pulled out a weapon.

“I want to see who’s courting death!” Saint Heir frowned slightly and instantly pushed open the car door, striding towards the location of the broken trees.

This was the outskirts, with hardly any people around, so even if a fight broke out, it wouldn’t be a big problem.

Moreover, if someone dared to target him, Saint Heir was also determined to put the other party to death!

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Just then, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground came from not far away.