Hearing this, Zhang Cheng hurriedly heaved his bulky frame to the window, and when he saw his goons sprawled across the empty lot below like scattered flowers, cold sweat poured down his forehead.
“Could it be… he took out everyone downstairs before jumping up? Is he even human?”
“So, how do you plan to handle this, Cheng-ge?”
Though Xu Fei’s tone seemed respectful, calling him “Cheng-ge,” to Zhang Cheng, it rang like a death knell from the underworld, sending shivers down his spine.
“You… don’t get smug! So what if you can fight? I’m telling you, the IOU’s in black and white, you’ve got to pay up, and if you dare mess around before that, I’ll call the cops!”
Zhang Cheng was drenched in sweat now, clearly out of moves and cornered.
“Oh? You just said you’d call the cops, huh? I’ll do it for you!”
By now, Wang Zhixian had steadied herself—she wasn’t some fragile flower to begin with, and with Xu Fei as her backup, Zhang Cheng had no leverage left.
“C-call the cops then, you think I’m scared? See that vase over there? It’s from the Kangxi era, worth over eight million, you call the cops, and you’ll have to pay for it all!”
Watching Zhang Cheng wipe his sweaty brow while spouting nonsense, Xu Fei found it hilarious and shook his head helplessly.
“Zhang Cheng, you really don’t cry ‘til you see the coffin, do you? You don’t actually think I can’t deal with a local snake like you, right?”
Hearing Xu Fei say that, something sparked a flicker of pride in Zhang Cheng, and he couldn’t help but sit up straighter, chest puffed out.
“Hold on, let me make a call.”
Xu Fei pulled out his phone and dialed Bai Zhan.
“Hey, Young Master Jun, I’m in Subei right now, anything I can help with?”
“Check out the Chenglong Trucking Team in Yun川 County for me, how much is it worth? I want to buy it!”
“Got it, Young Master Jun, give me a sec, I’ll send someone to look into it.”
Zhang Cheng, sitting across, sneered at Xu Fei’s words.
“Hmph! What era is this, still pulling such cheesy moves to impress a girl? You think my family’s trucking team is some rundown fish pond you can just take over?”
Zhang Cheng didn’t buy it for a second.
Twenty years ago, the Zhang family was Yun川 County’s richest, their old Chenglong Trucking Team now a full-blown transport company worth nearly thirty million—did this rich kid think he could just snap it up?
About a minute later, Xu Fei’s phone pinged with a reply.
“Young Master Jun, I had it checked, Chenglong Express Transport was founded twelve years ago, current market valuation plus all equity totals forty million, if Mr. Lin needs it, I can acquire it anytime!”
Bai Zhan answered while Xu Fei switched to speaker—he wanted that gut-punch effect.
“Go for it, oh, and by the way, let them know the company’s being bought because Zhang Cheng, the young master, pissed off the wrong guy!”
As Xu Fei finished, Zhang Cheng let out another skeptical snort.
“You think this is some movie? My family’s company’s got real assets, no way it’s that easy to buy, and if it goes by market price, we’d still come out ahead!”
Fair point—Zhang Cheng wasn’t wrong, a solid transport company like his wouldn’t bother listing unless it was to boost its value.
If someone bought it at market rate, the owners would rake it in big time.
But Xu Fei just glanced at Zhang Cheng.
“Got any battery left on that phone? I bet within half an hour, your family’s precious son will be calling to check on his dear old mom!”
Seeing Xu Fei speak with such confidence, even Zhang Cheng started to sweat, overlooking the veiled jab tucked into those words.
