chapter 33 Xicheng Blake Jiang

"Ahh...!" As the mixer truck was about to collide, Ella let out a startled scream, her face instantly turning pale with fear. Fernando grabbed the steering wheel and forcefully pulled to the right, narrowly avoiding a collision. The mixer truck whizzed past, emitting a harsh, grating sound. Ella kept gasping for breath, sweat beads forming on her forehead, clearly shaken. The mixer truck, dragging its long skid marks, came to a stop not far away. The bald driver stumbled out, evidently still intoxicated. Burping, the bald man swayed his body to Ella's car. "Huh?" Looking puzzled, the bald man circled Ella's car, carefully observing. It had been a scrape just now, why were there no traces? How could he know that this seemingly ordinary car had a specially-made explosion-proof body? Scratching his head, the bald man muttered to himself, "This is strange." Then, he leaned against the car and glanced inside, instantly wearing a lecherous expression. "Oh, it turns out that there's such a beautiful lady. Oops, it's all my fault. Come on, get out of the car; let me see if you're injured anywhere." He tugged at the door handle but couldn't open it, vigorously banging on the car window. Ella was too frightened to know how to respond. Fernando's gaze turned cold, and he opened the car door, stepping out. The bald man, still groggy, had been too focused on Ella earlier and didn't notice there was another person in the car. Seeing a man step out now, he immediately felt aggrieved. At twenty-eight years old, still without a partner, and now this good catch was taken by someone else. "Driving under the influence, truly suicidal!" Fernando stared coldly at the man. There were strict regulations against drunk driving in society, especially within the Annihilation Palace. Fernando personally ordered that no one, including the soldiers on duty, was allowed to drink during their shifts. Violators faced merciless consequences. Not only ordinary soldiers but even Wesley and Brian dared not drink during missions. It was an iron rule. "Drunk driving?" The bald man sneered. "You say I've been drinking? I could say the same about you!" "Hey! Did you guys hear that I've been drinking?" The bald man shouted to the onlookers. The surrounding crowd instantly lowered their heads, pretending not to have heard anything. Nowadays, people prefer to avoid unnecessary trouble. The bald man snorted coldly, quite pleased with himself. His name was Levi Ge. Blake Jiang, a big shot in Xicheng, was his brother-in-law. Everyone in the streets knew that if you wanted to do business in Xicheng, whether it was real estate development or a small fruit stand, you had to get past Blake first. Disobeying him meant courting trouble. Despite being dissatisfied with his underworld image, Blake felt it was time for a change. In recent years, he had been gradually whitewashing his reputation. He established Tianlong Group, a company that owned numerous KTVs, bars, concrete mixing stations, and countless card rooms. "Don't underestimate these seemingly ordinary card rooms; each one is involved in gambling. The nightly gambling capital flowing through each establishment amounts to millions, and he profits hundreds of thousands by taking a cut." No matter how high the cut is, these gamblers are willing to pay. They know that as long as it's a card room opened by Blake, it's safe and reliable, and no one dares to investigate. Recently, with the extensive renovation of Xicheng's shantytowns, Blake not only handled the demolition but also delivered concrete to the area. The developers knew that the concrete Blake supplied was significantly overpriced, but they had to accept it because they couldn't get other concrete in from other companies. "Kid, I advise you to be smart. Take advantage of my good mood now and get lost!" Levi said, rolling up his sleeves, revealing full arms of dark tattoos, continuing to shout incessantly outside the car window. Pairing a beauty like the one inside with this guy is truly a waste. At this moment, two traffic police officers approached. "Sir, please show us your driver's license!" Upon hearing this, Levi, swaying unsteadily, raised his head, raised an eyebrow, and pointed to the concrete mixer behind him with the words "Heavenly Dragon Commercial Concrete." The meaning was clear; this was a vehicle from Blake's Tianlong Group. "Sir, I suspect you've been drinking. Please show us your driving documents and cooperate with an alcohol test!" The traffic police officer smelled the alcohol and took out a breathalyzer. These days, the vehicles from this Heavenly Dragon Commercial Concrete company had been running red lights repeatedly, and they had already issued several fines, severely affecting traffic safety. Yesterday, headquarters had given orders to strictly investigate the illegal actions of these construction vehicles. "I'm telling you, officers, didn't you see this is a vehicle from Heavenly Dragon Commercial Concrete? Blake is my brother-in-law and well-acquainted with your deputy chief." Levi dismissed it, looking arrogant. Last night, he had indeed been drinking. He and a few buddies brought along some college girls and drank flower wine until early morning. Moreover, driving against traffic, speeding, running red lights—these minor traffic violations were easily settled through Blake. "I don't care who your brother-in-law is. I warn you again, show us your driver's license!" one traffic police officer sternly demanded. Seeing that the situation was serious, Levi sobered up a bit. He wasn't afraid of being punished; even if he went in, Blake could easily get him out. But once he went in, his sister would find out. Levi wasn't afraid of anyone except his sister. Because their mother was killed by a drunk driver, his sister harbored a deep hatred for drunk driving. No, he couldn't let his sister know about this incident. Thinking quickly, Levi pretended and said, "Okay, I'll go to the car to get my driver's license for you." Turning around to take a couple of steps, he saw someone on an electric bike among the onlookers. Suddenly, he threw a punch, knocking the person to the ground, hopped on the electric bike, and sped away. Now he understood that as long as he escaped, he could deal with Blake later after sobering up. As long as the incident wasn't classified as drunk driving, everything else didn't matter. "Stop!" The two traffic police officers hadn't expected the sudden attempt to escape and hurriedly chased after him. However, their legs couldn't match the speed of the electric bike. Just as they saw the person was about to get away, they felt a gust of cold wind. Levi was secretly pleased when suddenly his upper body lost control. He and the bike crashed to the ground, and his two arms, covered in tattoos, danced in the air for a few rounds, with blood mixed in, dropping not far away. "Ah!!!" The instant pain made Levi scream in agony. Looking at his arms not far away, with the familiar tattoos, those were his arms. Looking again at where his arms used to be, they were now empty. "My, my arms!! Ah!!!" The intense pain mixed with fear instantly swept through his whole body. The brutal scene left the surrounding crowd horrified. The two traffic police officers quickly arrived, and witnessing the scene, they were equally shocked. Looking back, there was nothing unusual on the street. Only the Volkswagen Golf from before was nowhere to be seen.