As Qin Hui's car started, a white minivan quickly followed, carrying six burly men in black.
Qin Hui noticed he was being followed shortly after he started driving.
"They're quite fast, but once this money is in my hands, there's no reason to give it back."
Qin Hui sneered and floored the accelerator.
In recent times, the only person Qin Hui had offended was Zhang Ke, so he could anticipate someone being sent to retaliate.
Throughout history, beautiful women have been the cause of disaster. If you want a beautiful woman, you need the strength to protect her, otherwise, you won't even know how you died.
As the Magotan accelerated, the scar-faced man in the white minivan realized something was amiss.
"This kid is interesting."
The scar-faced man smiled faintly. Racing him?
Soon, the white minivan roared to life, its speed increasing significantly.
It was known that the scar-faced man was a car enthusiast, and this minivan had been meticulously modified by him. Setting aside other aspects, its V6 engine was more than enough to outperform a BMW.
Seeing the white minivan persistently chasing him, Qin Hui's lips curved slightly.
It seemed the tracking methods on television were all lies. Logically, with the Magotan's performance, a minivan shouldn't be able to catch up.
Perhaps others would be caught by this minivan, but who was Qin Hui?
It was known that in addition to his renowned medical skills, Qin Hui was also a master racer. The champion of the previous F11 championship was Qin Hui's disciple, though Qin Hui had always kept a low profile.
After all, during those years following the old Taoist, the money earned from his medical skills was all spent on buying roasted chicken for the old Taoist, forcing Qin Hui to take on some side jobs.
"Damn it, he can't catch up. Third brother, it's your turn to act."
The scar-faced man instructed into his walkie-talkie.
"Understood, boss."
A deep voice responded through the walkie-talkie.
Moments later, a large engineering cement truck started up.
Just as Qin Hui passed through a red light intersection, he heard a roar. A massive truck was charging directly at him.
If he were hit by this, his bones would likely be crushed.
This scene made Qin Hui unable to help but complain that the villains in online novels were all deceptive, written by foolish authors.
In those books, villains were unintelligent and sent to give the protagonist experience, but in reality, they wouldn't waste time talking and would simply run you over, ending it all.
"Never reading mindless novels again."
As he said this, Qin Hui kicked open the car door and jumped out.
The moment Qin Hui leaped out of the car, the large truck crashed into Qin Hui's Magotan.
The Magotan was instantly crushed into pieces, its tires flying over ten meters away.
After rolling several times on the ground, Qin Hui immediately darted into the nearby woods.
A few minutes later, Qin Hui stopped running.
"Damn it, you sure can run."
The scar-faced man, leading a team, blocked Qin Hui's path.
Perhaps it was fate that Qin Hui ran into the woods; it was easier to act here. Even if the scar-faced man was arrogant, he wouldn't dare attack Qin Hui on the street.
"Thank you, sirs, for your hard work in chasing me so earnestly. It seems Zhang Ke values you highly."
Qin Hui calmly said, touching the ancient ring in his hand.
Unlike Qin Hui, the scar-faced man and his companions were breathing noticeably faster.
The scar-faced man wiped the sweat from his forehead and snorted, "You're bold, kid. It's a pity you offended Young Master Zhang. You're dead today."
After delivering this threat, the scar-faced man waved his hand, and the subordinates behind him drew out their gleaming long swords.
It was known that the scar-faced man was also a seasoned reader of online novels and understood the principle that villains die from talking too much. The simplest method was to directly hack Qin Hui to death – simple, brutal, and efficient.
Seeing the gleaming long swords, Qin Hui's expression instantly turned cold. Clearly, the other party intended to kill him.
This Zhang Ke is quite interesting. His subordinates are so ruthless; he's clearly hiding his true nature quite well.
*Swish!*
A long sword swung directly towards Qin Hui, carrying a gust of blade wind.
Qin Hui dodged, and a silver needle flew from his hand.
*Pfft!* The black-clothed man was hit and immediately fainted, losing all ability to resist.
Qin Hui's movements were swift. In just a few seconds, he had thrown dozens of silver needles, all hitting their targets without exception.
Soon, these black-clothed assassins all collapsed on the ground, their faces pale, having fainted.
Seeing this, the scar-faced man's eyes widened. However, he was also experienced enough to know he had encountered a tough opponent this time.
However, before the scar-faced man could turn and flee, a silver needle accurately struck him.
In mere seconds, the scar-faced man fell with a look of unwillingness.
Qin Hui's silver needles were not fatal, but they had a numbing and dizzying effect.
At this moment, the scar-faced man had completely lost the ability to resist, only able to stare at Qin Hui.
Qin Hui stood there stunned for a moment, then picked up a large rock and slowly walked towards the scar-faced man.
When Qin Hui reached the scar-faced man's side, he sneered, and the giant rock in his hand smashed down towards the scar-faced man's head!
The scar-faced man's pupils dilated instantly, as if death itself had descended.
*Bang!*
The massive rock crashed down, and the scar-faced man immediately fainted.
"Sigh, this is boring. He fainted from fear."
Qin Hui was somewhat speechless, looking at the fragments scattered everywhere.
"Cough, cough, I'm still too kind. I can't help it; I'm a law-abiding good citizen."
Qin Hui chuckled to himself, looking at the broken pieces on the ground.
Although Qin Hui hadn't intended to kill them, these people were hardly good people.
Since Zhang Ke liked to cause trouble for Qin Hui, Qin Hui would let him taste the sensation of having his mouth full of bird feathers.
Soon, Qin Hui picked up a mobile phone and called the nearby patrol officers.
After making the call, Qin Hui slowly walked out of the woods.
Even if Zhang Ke intervened afterward, these people wouldn't get out for at least a year or two. Moreover, Qin Hui had scared the scar-faced man half to death; even if he got out, he would be crippled.
After leaving the woods, Qin Hui quickly flagged down a taxi.
Qin Hui's Magotan had been destroyed; there was no other choice but to buy a new car.
At 4:30 PM, Qin Hui drove his Porsche Panamera Executive Extended Edition out of the 4S store.
Fortunately, Qin Hui had left quickly; otherwise, the beautiful saleswoman would have thrown herself at him.
It was known that for every Porsche sold, a sales representative quit their job.
Looking at his new car, Qin Hui's lips curved slightly.
Qin Hui was not a particularly particular person. The reason he bought such an expensive car was simply that he had enough money and it fit his budget.
Of course, there was another, even more important reason.
Qin Hui had read his fair share of online novels. Without a luxury car, the security guards at the entrance might have stopped him.
To avoid trouble, Qin Hui had to present himself as someone wealthy.