Xyrin Empire

Chapter 151: Chapter 151: Intimidation

Behind us, a black Rolls-Royce was following us with ill intent.

Don’t ask me how I could tell a car had ill intentions—I admit, cars don’t have thoughts, but if seeing Liu Zicai sitting in the driver’s seat didn’t make me think the person had bad intentions, then I really would be a bit dense.

Although I didn’t know what they intended to do, one thing was for sure, this guy definitely didn’t harbor any good intentions—and that could be seen just from the expression on their face.

Sandora, Qianqian, and I exchanged glances and tacitly came to a conclusion: this was going to be fun!

Earlier at Lin Xue’s place, we had constantly ignored Liu Zicai’s provocations, partly because we didn’t take him seriously, and more importantly, to save face for Lin Xue.

After all, we were guests at someone else’s home, and it would have been extremely rude to stage a full-blown fight there.

But now, that blockhead Liu Zicai had actually driven after us—if that was the case, then he couldn’t blame us for what was to come.

I glanced at the holographic map beneath the steering wheel and made a decisive turn onto a secluded path.

Seeing this, Liu Zicai immediately and unsurprisingly chased after us—it was clear he perceived our move as an act of fear.

“Ah Jun, what do you think this guy is planning?” Qianqian asked with evident excitement, nestled in my arms.

“God knows, probably intends to push us into some desolate and uninhabited area and then give me a good beating while taking the chance to play the hero,” I guessed.

Qianqian gave me a derisive look and then suddenly lamented, “It’s a pity Lin Xue isn’t here for such wonderful entertainment…”

It seems Miss Lin’s image of being involved in everything had really taken root in people’s hearts…

My guess had not been wrong; as we gradually left the main road, more and more suspiciously acting vehicles started to appear. They encircled us from a comfortable distance, forcing us “no choice” but to retreat to even more remote areas.

Anyone with an IQ higher than a stool could probably see this was too smooth a process, right? Because we didn’t look pressured at all—in many cases, we even took the initiative to find an even more secluded path to turn onto, as if we were more eager than the others to find a corner to be trapped in.

Although Liu Zicai’s IQ wasn’t higher than a table’s, it at least reached the level of a stool. So, he soon started to doubt why the other party didn’t seem panicked at all and instead was leisurely heading toward the suburbs. This made Young Master Liu, who initially wanted to encircle and intimidate us with his convoy, feel like he was punching cotton.

However, this doubt only lasted for less than ten seconds before Young Master Liu kicked it out of his mind. In his heart, that Chen Jun was nothing more than a slightly lucky country bumpkin. Probably by now, he had been frightened silly by the surrounding formation and was driving that old tin can, fleeing to the suburbs. As for that princess sitting in the car—hmph, the title sounded nice, but that’s all it was, just a title!

With this thought, a smirk of ambiguous meaning crossed Liu Zicai’s lips. Then, ignoring the advice of his followers, he ordered everyone to keep up the pursuit.

“It seems this Liu Zicai has quite a bit of clout,” I said nonchalantly as I watched the convoy getting closer, “To gather such a crowd in so short a time is quite impressive—could it be that he figured out we were going to Lin Xue’s and prepared in advance?”

“Who cares—it’s meaningless,” Sandora had zero interest in whatever plotting and scheming Liu Zicai might have. To her, dealing with such insect-like creatures, any plots or schemes were just a waste of time, like learning Taekwondo for six months just to kill a cockroach.

In the end, we were “forced” to stop at an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city.

The scene was such a cliché: abandoned factory, black cars, a cordon, and a whole bunch of menacing black-clothed people.

If we weren’t surrounded by a car that looked like the wreckage of an accident, this scene could’ve been taken straight from a TV show as the standard setting for a gangster brawl.

However, this wasn’t a gangster brawl, but rather a showdown between the gangsters and the Imperial Leader.

Yeah, gangsters, that’s right, the imposing black suits brought by Liu Zicai were definitely the quintessential gang type, as it seems every not-so-upstanding rich kid raises a pack of unsavory henchmen. The car we were in—a seventy-billion—had hacked into every possible network and ferreted out the identities of these black suits, and to my surprise, I found myself surrounded by a crowd who, if pressed to the ground and executed without trial, wouldn’t constitute a miscarriage of justice. As I marveled at the seventy-billion’s powerful capabilities, I also gained a bit of admiration for Liu Zicai’s abilities.

When Young Master Liu, along with his black-suited entourage, slowly closed in on us, the three of us finally opened the car door and watched them quietly.

This scenario was probably not what Liu Zicai had expected. In his mind, the other party should be crying and begging on the ground by now, pleading for mercy, and then he would cripple the country bumpkin for good and take the two delicate beauties back for a good time—perhaps the princess’ identity might give him some pause, but the overall process wouldn’t change much.

But the current situation was that he indeed had a bunch of tough guys surrounding us, capable of scaring the average person to jelly, yet those who were supposed to be begging for mercy showed no fear at all; instead, they regarded him calmly and with amusement, as if they were watching a boring pantomime.

“Yo, Young Master Liu, we meet again…”

I watched Liu Zicai trying to look fierce but becoming slightly embarrassed due to our non-cooperation; I mockingly waved my hand in greeting.

Liu Zicai didn’t get angry but instead laughed. His brain, full of compensatory capabilities, interpreted my reaction as a cocky pretense of calm, “Country bumpkin, do you know what’s going to happen in a moment?”

I looked up at the sky, puzzled, and said, “Thunder?”

“Boom—” A thunderous noise rocked the cloudless sky as a blinding white lightning bolt suddenly tore across the sky.

Such a scene seemed cool, but it was actually a rather simple application of spiritual power—at least for me it was simple. The principle was to resonate with any energy using my mutant spiritual power, attract the electrical energy from the sky, and then release it in the form of a lightning bolt. It could be simply understood as an instant Thunderbolt Skill. The description sounded cool but wasn’t very practical, as the actual power of this lightning wasn’t even one-fifth that of a Super Space-Time Strike, and its activation was subject to the density of static charge in the sky at the time. What’s more fatal was that I hadn’t found a way to make it strike accurately from the sky, so this incomplete Thunderbolt Skill was only useful for scaring people in these situations.

The sudden clap of thunder startled everyone, and although most of those present were desperate felons with blood on their hands, the abnormal thunder following the opponent’s earlier actions scared these usually lawless and somewhat god-fearing rogues.

Liu Zicai, the pampered one, was even more frightened by the sudden thunder, but he quickly dismissed it as a coincidence—evidence that a scaredy-cat fool is always adept at concocting seemingly reasonable excuses for anything frightful to seek psychological comfort until the moment of real disaster strikes.

“Alright, I get it, it’s going to thunder and rain soon, but surely, Young Master Liu, you didn’t put on such a show just to remind us to hurry home and bring in the laundry?”

I continued to laugh mockingly while using the Spiritual Connection to alert the Imperial leaders, who were busy guerrilla fighting with the city management, to seal off the nearby space-time. After all, the events about to unfold were not suitable for the eyes of normal people; I certainly didn’t want to wake up the next morning to news of an alien invasion of Earth burying me alive.

Listening to the constant reports of “Mission accomplished” through the Spiritual Connection, Sandora, Qianqian, and I all revealed slight smiles.

Soon, Liu Zicai would witness the most unforgettable scene of his life.

There’s no need to doubt, for as merciful as I am, I’m very willing to leave him with memories for the latter half of his life.