Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 717: Chapter 620: Sorry, It Misfired (Please Subscribe!)_1

United States.

On the way back to New York.

Inside the Audi car.

Lin Jiaxue leaned against Tang Qing. Her face was slightly red because Tang Qing was lightly kneading her right earlobe, making him reluctant to let go. Feeling Lin Jiaxue’s quickened breathing, if not for the presence of the fighter in the vehicle, Tang Qing would be tempted to act on his desires right there.

He had thought of trying it before.

However, he never had a chance to drive out alone. They couldn’t be doing it in the underground garage of the villa. It always felt weird there. It looked like he would need to get his driver’s license soon after returning home, so he could embark on a spontaneous ’journey’.

Tang Qing leaned into Lin Jiaxue’s ear and whispered, "Jiaxue."

"Hmm." Lin Jiaxue felt her ear tickle and wriggled her body a bit.

"We..."

Tang Qing was just about to suggest trying it out on the rooftop of the villa back home.

"Bang..."

A gunshot interrupted Tang Qing’s words.

What was going on?

His face changing quickly, Tang Qing quickly pressed Lin Jiaxue into the seat. Anger welled up inside him. A tender moment was interrupted like this. He asked the warrior in front of him, "What happened?"

The fighter in the passenger seat poked his head out of the window for a look.

"Young Master, there are two groups confronting each other about a hundred meters ahead on the road. One of them fired a shot, but it doesn’t restrict the flow of traffic." The co-driver fighter replied. Tang Qing nodded after hearing this; it was clearly information relayed via satellite overhead.

Lin Jiaxue was extremely curious, how did the fighter know what was happening more than a hundred meters ahead? And at night, how did they know just by poking their heads out for a glance? She was filled with doubt.

It seemed like the two bodyguards had no tension in their voices.

Tang Qing didn’t say anything.

This was America.

A country rampant with firearms, fights breaking out on the side of the road, even involving gunfire, weren’t rare events. Regardless of whether lives were taken, it was none of his business; that was for the American police to handle.

"Just keep driving. Jiaxue, stay down for now." Tang Qing let Lin Jiaxue continue to lie down.

"Tangtang, you should also duck down; America is so chaotic." Lin Jiaxue hurriedly said, she had heard gunfire before and had even played with them at Mu Jian’s villa. She had watched Tang Qing fire for a while.

However, encountering it on the road made her anxious.

"I’m fine. They aren’t attacking passersby right now, you just stay down." Tang Qing patted Lin Jiaxue’s head comforting her, assuring her before looking out the window, anyone would be in fear, but he wouldn’t, no ordinary person could harm him.

Just as their car quickly approached the scene.

"Bang..."

The sound of a car crash came from the front.

Of course, it wasn’t Tang Qing’s car. His telekinesis had already spread around the car ten meters, it would be difficult for anything to hit them, but the car in the very front had been hit.

It happened to be the car Mu Jian and the others were riding in. Chai Ren’s family was in the middle, and Tang Qing was at the back.

"Screech..." A sound of a sudden braking came next.

Due to the urgency to leave the area, Mu Jian’s bodyguards hadn’t slowed down. They thought nothing would happen since so many cars had passed by before them. But the accelerator was still stepped on, and a person suddenly shot out from the side, unable to dodge in time.

The man didn’t fly away far, he merely collided with the side of the car. Even if he didn’t die, he probably suffered severe injuries.

No doubt about it.

The three Audi cars pulled to a stop, other vehicles started going around to leave, and some drivers started to call the police.

"Tangtang, what happened?" Seeing the car stop, Lin Jiaxue immediately asked.

"Nothing’s wrong, just stay in the car, I’ll go check it out. Don’t come out no matter what." After saying that, Tang Qing opened the car door. The fighter in the driver’s seat remained in the car while the co-driver got out of the car with Tang Qing.

Closing the car door.

With a flicker of thought.

The car was locked from the outside; even the car windows could not be rolled down.

Lin Jiaxue also realized the car was locked. She thought it was the fighter in the driver’s seat who had done it. Looking through the car window, she anxiously watched the group outside. She knew going up would only cause trouble for Tang Qing.

Chai Ren also got out of the car with his two bodyguards.

Walking to the front.

Tang Qing found out it really was two groups of people. One consisting of two men who were bruised, laying on the ground, terror in their eyes. Another man was hit to a side, not knowing if he was dead or alive. All three were white men.

There were more than ten people in the other group, a few of them held guns. Judging by their ages, they were not just teens. They all had tattoos, well-built, and carried vicious looks; the typical image of bad men.

Mu Jian was anxiously looking next to the man who might or might not be alive.

His bodyguard was checking the man’s vital signs. Seeing that each of the three men brought a bodyguard, the crowd was not afraid. However, they didn’t cause any trouble either, they just watched them while sizing up the bodyguards.

"Jianzi, how’s the person doing?" Chai Ren hurriedly asked as he approached.

"Thankfully he’s still alive, otherwise it would have been a mess." Mu Jian wiped away a cold sweat. Although the United States is a capitalist society, they still have basic laws. Knocking someone down is one thing, but killing a person is a serious matter.

"Then call an ambulance quickly." Chai Ren hurriedly said.

Mu Jian nodded, glanced at the group that obviously didn’t seem like easy people to deal with. Honestly, he was quite scared, the American underworld forces could be very aggressive. At this moment, a gun-holding American was staring at him with a sneer.

Just as Mu Jian took out his phone.

"Click."

Mu Jian’s hand paused; the American was holding a gun at him.

Cold sweat was dripping instantly.

Damn.

Mu Jian cursed America’s firearms control laws in his mind.

"No reporting to the police." The man leading said.

"If I don’t report this, can we leave?" Mu Jian forced a smile and said, lifting his phone to show he wasn’t making a call. Considering the situation, calling for justice could wait until they escaped from the area.

"Hehe, Huaxia people, don’t rush off. We still have some matters to deal with. When we’re finished, you can leave." The leading man didn’t want to provoke these bodyguards too much, but it wasn’t time to let them leave yet.

Tang Qing was confused as he watched from the side. Logically, with all the cars passing by, someone should have reported this, so why were they keeping people here? It didn’t look like a robbery either, or they wouldn’t be acting this way.

Strange.

After saying that.

The man walked over to a person lying on the ground and violently kicked him again.

"Ouch..."

All the men present unconsciously felt a chill down there, as that kick probably had destroyed that guy’s manhood. They only saw the white man scream out once before passing out from the pain.

"Seems like their grudge is quite deep." Tang Qing and his men mentally commented.

But the guy who was just crippled looked like potential pretty boy material, did he steal someone’s woman? Chai Ren and Mu Jian both stepped back a few steps, such a kick, it was enough to send chills down any man’s spine.

After the kick.

The man shifted his gaze towards the last white man who could still move, in his twenties, but his sunken eye sockets and slight dark circles, as well as his too white skin, made it clear to Tang Qing that this guy was a regular user of illegal substances.

"NO, NO, PLEASE, Ian, I was wrong, it was all Tami’s idea, it has nothing to...." The white man fell to his knees, pleading with a sob in his voice, trying to excuse himself and ask for forgiveness.

From his fragmented sentences.

Tang Qing seemed to understand the cause of all this.

It wasn’t complicated. It turned out that during a party a few days ago, these guys had intoxicated a girlfriend of one of their own, added something to her drink, and then had their way with her together. They even recorded a video.

So that’s how today’s incident came to be.

Normally, Americans tend to change girlfriends often. But this woman was set to be married at the end of the month, so in anger, these guys were in trouble. Their car was forced to stop here for some retribution.

Tang Qing nodded in understanding.

No wonder.

This guy deserves what he got, or rather, he got off too lightly for what he did. Even if he was killed, Tang Qing would still support it, anyway, they are Americans. He stood by, and it seemed that Mu Jian and Chai Ren also understood what these people had done.

They looked disgusted.

One would have been bad enough, but there were several of them, even videorecording their deeds. Crippling them would indeed be doing a public service.

"FUCK..." The man kicked the one who was kneeling on the ground, sending him flying. He was ready to kill, but with so many people around, although he wasn’t a good person, he didn’t want to go to prison.

Prisons in the United States.

They’re hell on earth.

"cough, cough..." The white pretty boy was lying on the ground coughing, panting, considering how to escape from here. He understood that Ian wouldn’t kill him, but he definitely wouldn’t let him go back peacefully either.

If he begged for mercy again, he would probably be taught a lesson again.

As Ian moved forward, the pretty boy quickly backed off. He knew that if he stopped, his precious part would have to say goodbye. Without women, how could he accept this? Would he still have a life?

Ian sneered.

This guy.

He was definitely going to cripple him today, as for whether these people would sue him or not, he wasn’t worried at all.

As long as no one was dead, these people were just pieces for him to play with. The thought of his hard-won girlfriend, the daughter of the boss, being messed around with by these people in front of him made Ian’s face turn dark.

At the same time, he also blamed his girlfriend for seeking thrills and always meddling in affairs. If she had known about it, for the sake of the boss’s position, he would have turned a blind eye to it.

But damn it, these guys had to share the video everywhere, he knew about it, and so did his boss, what kind of trouble were they trying to stir up?

If he didn’t cripple these guys today.

He, Ian, would have no place in New York in the future.

As the pretty boy kept retreating, he soon backed up to Tang Qing’s side. Ian glanced at Tang Qing, Tang Qing gestured that he didn’t want to get involved, and stepped aside, making a "please go ahead" gesture. He smiled as if to say: get him.

Ian laughed too.

This man from Huaxia was really interesting, not as nervous and scared as the others, even joking with him. The bodyguard next to Tang Qing also looked indifferent, completely disregarding them.

It seemed that Tang Qing also agreed with his actions, hmm, this man from Huaxia isn’t bad.

Ian nodded.

Just as he was about to render the pretty boy in front of him inhuman, like he had just done to the former.

The white pretty boy kept retreating, suddenly, he saw the pretty boy turn and scramble up toward the second car where Chai Ren was sitting. A switchblade appeared in his hand out of nowhere, apparently trying to hijack the car.

Tang Qing knew Zhan Xi was still in there. If things turned into a hostage situation, that would be ridiculous.

Mu Jian’s expression changed dramatically.

Chai Ren saw it and was about to rush forward when.

"Bang..."

There was a gunshot sound.

"Ah..." The white pretty boy fell to the ground on his way to the Audi, clutching his left leg and continuing to scream pathetically. The switchblade fell to the ground.

Ian was stunned.

Chai Ren was stunned.

Mu Jian and Ian’s subordinates were also stunned.

They all stared blankly at Tang Qing.

Because the gunshot just now was from him.

Tang Qing had no other choice but to take action. He couldn’t use his telekinesis, and Zhan Xi’s rank in the security system was too low to call soldiers. It seemed better to do it himself.

So, in the nick of time, Tang Qing took a gun from a soldier’s waist and shot the white pretty boy in the leg.

However, it wasn’t a through-and-through injury, just a flesh wound. After spending so long training with various firearms in the Training Area, Tang Qing was in control of this level of accuracy. It was completely effortless.

"Sorry, a misfire."

Tang Qing gave an ’embarrassed’ smile.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he put the gun back in the soldier’s holster. It was as if he had just accidentally stepped on someone’s foot.