Chapter 104: Hanging on the Car Door

Getting closer! The Jaguar driver's head was right at the window, inching nearer and nearer to him!

Wang Xingsheng suddenly leapt up, his baton raised high above his head.

He was ready to bring it down with all his might and teach this driver a lesson about who was really driving against the flow!

Suddenly, his pupils constricted sharply, a flicker of terror crossing his face...

At the peak of his jump, the Jaguar's door suddenly swung open at an incredible speed, the entire door moving at a bizarre angle toward him, who was still suspended in midair.

Wang Xingsheng had never trained in martial arts; he relied purely on brute force. Compared to the Sha Jin and Sha Yin brothers at the luxury hotel last time, he was nowhere near as skilled.

Hua Tianyu, seeing his jumping posture, immediately knew this guy had no real martial arts background.

And yet, he dared to act tough in the middle of the road?

Seeing him approach like that, Hua Tianyu had no interest in engaging physically.

As Wang Xingsheng reached the highest point of his jump, Hua Tianyu suddenly applied a bit of force and pushed the car door. At an unbelievable speed, the door slammed into Wang Xingsheng.

Just as the door reached its maximum opening angle, Hua Tianyu lightly hooked the handle with his hand, and the door immediately stopped at his touch.

The sharp corner of the door struck the softest part of Wang Xingsheng’s body: his stomach.

The hard edge of the door pressed directly into his abdomen. Had it been any sharper, it might have pierced right through his gut.

Even without puncture, the impact was more than Wang Xingsheng could bear.

The moment of collision sent a violent upheaval through his stomach, a ripping, soul-shattering pain that bent his body midair, curling him into a shrimp-like shape.

And he ended up hanging from the corner of the Jaguar’s door!

Wei Xueying was stunned.

From her vantage point, she saw Hua Tianyu opening the car door, the other man holding a baton leap up, and then slam directly into the door’s corner—his entire body suspended there.

Judging by the agonized expression on his face, that blow was no light matter.

Wei Xueying sighed quietly to herself: just moments ago, he looked fierce and menacing; now, it seemed like just deserts had caught up with him.

Zhuang Wei was baffled.

Ever since the incident at the luxury hotel, where Hua Tianyu took down his two bodyguards in seconds, he had been unable to find suitable protection.

The bodyguards who came for interviews all bragged loudly, promising to show their secret skills, but none were as formidable as the Sha Jin and Sha Yin brothers.

How could Zhuang Wei be satisfied with that?

So he chose quality over quantity.

He preferred going without bodyguards than settling for trash.

Besides, today was just a party outing; there was no need to bring bodyguards, so he set out alone with his driver.

Fortunately, his driver was a loyal and dependable fellow—at least Zhuang Wei was satisfied with him. When the Jaguar refused to yield on the road, the driver grabbed his baton and got out to teach them a lesson!

But from his position behind, Zhuang Wei couldn’t see what exactly was happening up front.

All he saw was his driver jump and then cling onto the Jaguar’s door, refusing to come down. What on earth was he trying to do?

Smash the car?

From that angle?

Smashing a car while hanging from the door—who does that?

Zhuang Wei was utterly perplexed, completely clueless about the unfolding scene.

Nearby, a taxi driver chatting with his passenger glanced sideways at Wang Xingsheng—and caught sight of him hanging on the car door.

The taxi driver slammed on the brakes, barely avoiding a crash with the car ahead.

“I feel like Zhuang Wei’s driver aimed specifically for the car door when he jumped,” the passenger said, puzzled.

“I think so too. That was an incredibly precise move. If you asked me to jump like that, I don’t think I could’ve grabbed onto the door!” the driver replied, glancing nervously at the narrow gap between his taxi and the car in front, relieved they hadn’t collided.

“Could it be they’re filming a movie? Is this some kind of stunt?”

“Maybe... but where’s the camera?”

The taxi driver and passenger were stunned by the spectacle, their minds racing with guesses. After all, no one seemed bold enough to mess with Zhuang Wei’s driver.

Hua Tianyu was quietly pleased with his perfectly executed door maneuver. He didn’t even bother touching the loser with his hands.

He leisurely stepped out from the driver’s seat, standing between the car and the open door, stretching his arms wide and yawning.

Hua Tianyu stretched fully—and then met Zhuang Wei’s gaze with a sly smile.

“That’s him!” As the Jaguar driver got out, Zhuang Wei immediately recognized Hua Tianyu.

He was Wei Xueying’s driver!

No wonder the Jaguar refused to yield to his Hummer—it was Hua Tianyu behind the wheel.

Wei Xueying was probably still in the car as well.

Though the very thought of Wei Xueying’s face sent a flush to his heart, Zhuang Wei knew she was reserved for Qiu Jinghao, the young master, and he dared not interfere.

Moreover, he vividly remembered that driver. When his father had assigned the two bodyguards, neither had landed a single effective move against him!

Today, only he and that driver hanging from the other car’s door were present. Zhuang Wei was no fool; he was far from arrogant enough to think he could beat Hua Tianyu.

“Wang Xingsheng, get back here!” Zhuang Wei shouted, urging his driver to return quickly.

Not engaging Hua Tianyu directly didn’t mean he lacked means to deal with him.

His greatest advantage on the road today was this Hummer!

Today, with this beast of a vehicle, he would make the driver taste what it’s like to be crushed under its wheels!

“Wang Xingsheng, if you’re still alive, get your ass back here!” Seeing his driver move slightly but not come down, Zhuang Wei roared again.

Still, he only shouted from inside the car; he wouldn’t dare step out to fetch his driver.

Wang Xingsheng wanted to get down, but the pain in his abdomen caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead with every movement. Besides, the door’s corner was still pressed into his stomach—any movement was excruciating.

But his boss had yelled twice already, and if he didn’t return, he’d lose his job.

Clenching his teeth and closing his eyes, Wang Xingsheng planted his hands, let out a pained howl, and finally dropped down from the door.

Once on the ground, he glared fiercely at Hua Tianyu, clutching his stomach and bending over in pain. He gasped sharply with each breath, staggering as he ran back.

As for the baton he dropped? He didn’t want it anymore.

He wanted back in the car. He knew why Zhuang Wei had called him back.

“Kid, just you wait. Don’t think you can laugh just because I accidentally got hung up on the door. Soon, I’ll drive the Hummer over and see how you cry!”