God of War: My Best School Girlfriend

"What's going on? Why did you all park your cars here? Are you not racing anymore?"

A wealthy second-generation man who didn't know what he was talking about closed the door of the Ferrari and got out of the car and asked.

"You can tell it with your eyes. Someone is driving a rubbish domestic car and dares to block our way. He refuses to give way. And he actually dares to curse people. If you don't show him some respect, he still thinks I'm a sports car. The people in the association are cowards!!!”

Another wealthy second-generation man with an arrogant face pulled out a baseball bat from the car and said with a malicious smile.

At this moment, the door of the domestic car opened. Ye Xingke got out of the car with an expressionless expression, and closed the door with a bang.

"Just teach them a lesson. Don't injure them seriously, otherwise it will be troublesome to deal with the subsequent matters."

Chu Lingjun frowned and reminded in the car.

"I understand, then be gentle!"

Ye Xingke said lightly.

"Hey, look! This guy's horse looks really good!"

Someone among the rich second generation group saw Chu Lingjun's peerless appearance from the car window and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Yes! Why does such a beautiful woman ride in this little shabby car? What a waste! I feel like she looks no worse than our Chairman Lin!"

"This guy is so lucky. He's so poor and he still has a wonderful girlfriend!"

Everyone let out a burst of emotion, some were envious, some were jealous, and some were indignant.

They all felt that it was even an insult to such a beautiful woman, one of the best in the country, to sit in a domestic car.

"Boy, why are you honking the horn? I didn't see the red light ahead!"

This time, Ye Xingke didn't wait for the other party to come up to provoke him. He went up to ask the question arrogantly,

"What's wrong with the red light? This road was built by my dad's engineering team! I can walk wherever I like!!!"

The second-generation rich man driving a Porsche said disdainfully with a swing stick in one hand.

From the looks of it, he must be a rich man doing engineering.

"Are you a mentally retarded child? The road your dad built belongs to your family? Didn't the state give you money when your dad was working on the project??"

"Any road belongs to the country! When you drive on the road, you should obey the traffic laws!!!"

Ye Xingke retorted with contempt. After experiencing several scolding battles in the past, his verbal skills had become more and more sophisticated.

"You called me a mentally retarded child??? Do you know how rich my family is!!!"

"Look clearly, this car is the Porsche 918 Spyder!!! A multi-million supercar with a limited edition of 918 units worldwide!!! I can buy hundreds of your garbage truck!!!"

"Look at my friend's car again. That car costs not millions, but tens of millions??? Just based on this, can you still hold your head up in front of us???"

The rich second generation was very unhappy at being insulted. He slapped the hood of the Porsche 918 loudly, as if to show off that he didn't feel sorry for this multi-million-dollar luxury car at all.

"It doesn't matter how rich your family is, can it change the fact that you are a mentally retarded child???"

"Really, is the IQ of the second generation of rich people so worrying now? The answer is wrong. I asked you why you were honking the horn. You are talking about the money in your family."

"Besides being rich, don't you have any other advantages??? Is your IQ still at the level of a five-year-old who likes to show off???"

Ye Xingke shook his head and sighed, not forgetting the rich second generation Yi Bo.

"Damn it, this guy is really a retard!!! You can't even see the status gap between me and him. It seems like I can't do it without beating him up!"

"Hey, Mr. Wu, use your baseball bat! My bat is too small!!!"

The rich second-generation Porsche threw away the stick in his hand and stared at Ye Xingke with a gloomy look.

But Ye Xingke just stood there honestly, with no expression on his face.

"Okay! Next!"

A man in the group of second-generation rich people threw the baseball bat in his hand.

"I'm warning you, the intersection here is all under surveillance. If you hit me, I will fight back!"

"Even if I'm caught in the police station, the police officers will still judge me as self-defense!"

The kind-hearted Ye Xingke reminded him kindly.

"So what if I'm caught in the police station??? What kind of high-ranking official's daughter doesn't exist in our sports car club???"

The rich second-generation Porsche spit in his hand, grabbed the baseball bat tightly, and headed straight for Ye Xingke's head. It seemed that he didn't hold back at all.

In a matter of seconds, he heard a crisp slap and his whole body was blown away by Ye Xingke into the green belt on the roadside.

"I told you, this is self-defense!"

Ye Xingke smiled kindly at the rich second generation, then looked at the baseball bat in his hand, which he had just snatched from that person's hand, and suddenly a good idea came to his mind.

"Fuck, Mr. Wang has been beaten! Call Chairman Lin over quickly!!!"

Seeing that the second-generation Porsche rich man was sent flying by Ye Xingke, these proud second-generation rich people were frightened, their faces turned pale, and they all backed away, without even the courage to fight.

In the past, they were the only ones who bullied others, and no one else dared to fight back. When they encountered a tough situation, their blood was not as good as that of some gangsters.

Ye Xingke held a baseball bat and slowly approached the Porsche 918 limited edition sports car. No one dared to stop him in the middle.

"This car is expensive, isn't it?"

"But I can afford the compensation!!!! Ha!!!!"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Xingke raised his baseball bat high and swung it down hard, smashing the window glass of the Porsche 918 into pieces.

"Bangdang!!!"

With the crisp sound of glass shattering, the glass of the sports car worth tens of millions was covered with white lines like spider webs, and was finally shattered into glass shards on the ground.

Before it was over, Ye Xingke raised the baseball bat again and hit the hood of the car hard.

"Boom!!!"

The hood of the 918 suddenly dented a big hole, and a faint white eye floated out from inside.

"Holy shit... this is too brutal... this is a Porsche 918!!!"

"A man who drives a domestically produced car actually smashed up a multi-million dollar imported car!! How dare he??? Can he afford the compensation???"

A second-generation rich man standing on the roadside said in shock.

"Can't I afford the compensation??? Isn't it just a mere tens of millions??? I can't afford it???"

"If you want to pay compensation, go to her and ask for it!!!"

A handsome sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Xingke's mouth, and he pointed at the girl in the car from afar.

"..."

If you don’t pay for the car you smashed, why ask others to pay for it? ? ? This person is really thick-skinned! ! !

Many rich second generations were speechless.

Ye Xingke ignored them and continued to use the baseball bat in his hand to smash the Porsche 918 into a pile of shapeless scrap metal.

"Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!!" "Cang Dang!!! Cang Dang!!!" "Click!!!"

The sound of metal smashing against the car reached the ears of the rich second generation. The violent scene of Ye Xingke smashing the car made their hair stand on end.

"Oh, it's true... he stopped hitting people and went to smash cars. There's really nothing he can do..."

"But fortunately, if you damage the car, you can pay for it, but if you injure someone, it won't be fine."

Chu Lingjun in the car shook his head helplessly. He neither supported nor objected to Ye Xingke's behavior and was ready to lose money.

"After this car is smashed, whose next car belongs to???"

Ye Xingke raised his head, put the baseball bat on his shoulders, and smiled evilly at the rich second generation.

Seeing that malicious smile, the rich second generation had goosebumps all over their bodies.

He quickly took out his car keys, returned to his car, and drove away.

The sports car that had been surrounding Ye Xingke's car just now escaped completely in an instant.

After all, no one wants their beloved sports car to be destroyed in the hands of this pervert who dares to do anything.

"These brats are running away now? It's so boring!!!"

Ye Xingke hummed, threw the baseball bat in his hand, and prepared to go back to the car.

At this moment, a crisp roar of an engine came from the distance, and within a few seconds, he arrived at Ye Xingke's side.

Ye Xingke looked at the handsome silver sports car in front of him, his mouth curved into an "O" shape.

"Isn't this the Pagani Fengshen??? The real car is much more handsome than the photo!!! It's so damn handsome!!!"

Ye Xingke looked at the Pagani Fengshen worth [-] million in front of him like a maniac, and his mouth was watering. After all, there was no man who didn't love cars.

"What happened??? Why did you suddenly ask me to look back???"

The door of the Pagani Fengshen opened, and a stylishly dressed and well-proportioned beauty stepped out of it, with a very arrogant expression on her face.

Seeing this woman, Ye Xingke's salivating expression just now turned into disgust.

She was the Miss Lin Manru who had had many conflicts with Chu Lingjun and who sent people to cause trouble at Chu Lingjun's first press conference today.

Moreover, it is said that she is also the chairman of the Kyoto City Sports Car Club. If you can meet her on the street, you can only say that we are enemies on a narrow road!