Chapter Twenty-Five: Mushroom Head

  The four of them descended from Longji Peak and returned to the mountain path of Longshan.

  This season, the temperature in Tianjing City is like a steamer, and even slight movements make one sweat profusely. However, this sudden gust of cool wind on the Longshan mountain trail makes people feel extremely comfortable.

  Four people felt invigorated by the cool breeze and hastened their pace. In one breath, they rushed out of 70 or 80 kilometers. At noon, on the side of the road, looking at the beautiful scenery around them, they played and laughed while having a simple lunch, ate their fill, and then set off again towards Tianjing City.

  In the afternoon at four o'clock, Xiao Xiao and three others arrived at a place about forty to fifty kilometers from the Seventh Ring Road of Tianjing City. They saw that the sign on the side of the road read: Longshan Village.

  This Longshan Tun intersection is currently experiencing a severe traffic jam.

  Originally, the opening day of universities in Tianjing was approaching, and Longshantun was a must-pass route for entering Tianjing from the north. Parents from all over the country drove their cars to send their children to school. The traffic converged here, and parents thought their own children were more glorious than anyone else. Once two cars intersected, neither of them would give way.

  All kinds of cars are like the foam overflowing from a pot of porridge, blocking both sides of Longshantun Road without leaving any gaps. It's not just bicycles that can't get through, even pedestrians have difficulty walking.

  Xiao Xiao rode his bicycle, pedaling on the ground, looking at the endless dense rows of cars in the distance and frowning non-stop. He had heard about traffic jams in Tianjing City on TV before, but he didn't expect it to be so severe even before entering the city. It's hard to imagine what kind of congestion it would be like living in Tianjing City every day? Relying on his fiery temper, wouldn't he smash the car that blocked him with a punch in the midst of a traffic jam? He really didn't dare to think about it. Thinking of this, he smiled self-mockingly at the corner of his mouth.

  "Let go."

  The four of them were blocked and anxious, when suddenly they heard someone behind them shouting to let them pass. The four turned their heads to see who it was. As soon as they turned around, they saw a Santana coming from behind, which seemed to be Zhou Biao's car judging by the color. Upon closer inspection, the driver was Wei Kuan, whom they had met last night, still dressed impeccably like a businessman. Guo Fangfang sat in the passenger seat, wearing loose clothes and revealing half of her ball.

  Wei Kuan was driving Zhou Biao's Santana, his hands and feet were clumsy, and as soon as he encountered a slightly urgent situation, he kept stepping on the brakes. Looking at this situation, if he had a driver's license, it would not have been long since he got it, and his skills were quite unskilled.

  He heard him shouting at himself to give way, which was originally a matter of course. But Wei Kuanming knew that there was a jam ahead and even if he passed, he wouldn't be able to open up much distance. Yet he still shouted at himself with a disdainful tone. He obviously relied on driving a car and looked down on those who rode bicycles. Just overnight, he hadn't even joined the Black Fish Club yet, but he already treated himself as a big shot. Moreover, that Santana was probably not his, it was very likely borrowed from Zhou Biao to let him drive for fun. This kind of person, who takes advantage of the situation and shows no mercy, is really detestable.

  Wei Kuan sat in Santana, looking at the crowd of people, with an inexplicable sense of superiority of the car-owning class over the non-car-owning class. He pressed the horn with a smug expression, making a deafening noise, indicating that they should give way to him quickly.

  The people around heard Wei Kuan pressing the horn and couldn't help but feel disgusted, wondering what he was showing off about. Hadn't he ever driven a car before? What's so impressive about an old Santana?

  "Damn it, I'm going to chop him up." Looking north, he saw that it was the little punk who had been soliciting prostitution last night, and immediately his hand reached into his backpack to grab his two extraordinary knives. He thought about chopping Wei Kuan into minced meat.

  Xiao Xiao saw this small matter, not worth getting so worked up about, and hastily stopped him from heading north, saying: "Let the little man have his way for a moment, not everyone is worthy of your intervention. He's from Jingmao University, he can't escape."

  Lu Peng thought for a moment and said, "You're right," suppressing the anger in his heart. He pulled over to the north and looked at Wei Kuan in the Santana, "Come on, let the big brother with the car go."

  Xiang Bei's face turned blue with rage, his eyes staring at Wei Kuan with a cold glint that could kill a horse.

  Lu Teng saw Xiang Bei's expression and smiled as he pulled him aside.

  Wei Kuan raised his hand, pushed the car forward, and drove past Xiao Xiao's side. He looked up at Xiao Xiao with a proud expression, his eyes seeming to say that he would return what she had given him just like last night when they had locked gazes.

  "It's interesting." Xiao Xiao suddenly became interested in Wei Kuan's vengeful personality as he watched himself. He actually hoped to see how Wei Kuan would turn out in that Black Fish Society.

  Wei Kuan drove forward for less than 50 meters and saw that the road ahead was already congested, so he had to stop his Santana.

  In front of Wei Kuan's Santana, a light blue Porsche sports car was parked, with a streamlined design like a leopard, agile and light. The smooth body under the sun's rays, passionate and sharp, dazzling, making people dare not stretch out their hands to touch, fearing that a slight touch would melt this car away.

  At this time, the car in front suddenly loosened up a bit, and the Porsche responded immediately by moving forward together. However, it saw that the car in front had suddenly stopped again, so it slammed on the brakes to stop in its tracks.

  Wei Kuan's Santana was originally following Porsche, seeing it suddenly stop, he also slammed on the brakes, but unexpectedly Wei Kuan's skills were not yet mature, and he failed to control the car. The Santana's body slid forward a short distance, and in that instant, the Santana rubbed against the rear of the Porsche.

  "Damn it, my car!"

  The Porsche door burst open and someone rushed out of the car.

  He was around twenty years old, with a slender and tall figure of about 1.7 to 1.8 meters, wearing a pink sleeveless T-shirt on top and red and black striped thin pants on the bottom, his hair was dyed into a big mushroom head, wearing large sunglasses, and had a thick gold chain around his neck that hung down to his waist.

  Mushroom head rushed out of the door, furious and straight to Santana. Without saying a word, he kicked Santana's door with his foot. With his hand full of diamond rings, he pointed at Wei Kuan inside Santana and told him to get out.

  The mushroom head's accent has a Beijing flavor, he is a native of Beijing.

  "I'm going to... another explosion head. Little demon, your opponent. Now, is that Wei Kuan's good-looking? Haha." Xiang Bei thought to himself that someone like Wei Kuan was truly getting what he deserved, but he didn't think the retribution would come so quickly, and his heart felt truly delighted.

  "I'm a punk, he's a hippie." Xiao Xiao smiled calmly and gazed at the hippie-like attire of the mushroom head, with an inexplicable feeling. Was this person working in the art field?

  Wei Kuan saw his car hit the Porsche, and immediately turned pale with fright. He got out of the Santana, bowed his head and waist to the mushroom-headed driver who came out of the Porsche, and apologized sincerely with a basketful of nice words.

  Mushroom head was not interested in his apology at all, and with a strong push on Wei Kuan's chest, Wei Kuan fell to the side like a plastic bag, softly landing in front of Santana. Looking at his posture and strength, he didn't get hurt at all, absolutely fake fall. But even if it's a fake fall, doing it like this is also a talent, he might have practiced this move often.

  Guo Fangfang saw Wei Kuan fall, and immediately let out a cry of surprise in the Santana. She had wanted to get out of the car to help him up, but seeing the mushroom head's ferocious expression, she didn't know what might happen. Although she was just a girl, if she went down, she might also be beaten up. Thinking this, she hid in the car and didn't dare come out.

  Wei Kuan propped himself up with his hands on the ground, half-lying down, as if he had been punched by Mushroom Head hundreds of times and suffered a great injustice. He sighed and complained, calling out in distress. On one hand, he was lamenting the pain all over his body, while on the other hand, he was begging Mushroom Head to forgive him.

  People in the cars next to them all popped their heads out, looking at the commotion with different expressions. A few of them lit up cigarettes, wanting to watch a prolonged battle. Let's see how this Santana driver, who was so bold just now, is not honking his horn anymore?

  Mushroom head saw Wei Kuan pretending to fall on the ground, he knew it was a fake fall, and immediately got even angrier, raised his fist and was about to hit Wei Kuan, apparently he was used to hitting people.

  Wei Kuan knew he was in trouble, so he immediately asked the mushroom head if he knew about Hei Yu Hui. This car belonged to Hei Yu Hui's Zhou Biao. He mentioned Zhou Biao, wanting to use Hei Yu Hui's name to get out of trouble.

  Mushroom Head heard that Hei Yu Hui was involved, and immediately stopped what he was doing. Not only did he know about Hei Yu Hui, but he also had some dealings with the people inside. He knew very well that Hei Yu Hui wasn't someone to be trifled with. However, he had never heard of Zhou Biao's name and didn't know his background. When beating a dog, one must consider its master; if it really triggers a chain reaction, things will get out of hand.

  Mushroom head has been through big scenes and is not a simple-minded rich second generation. He thought about these relationships and said to Wei Kuan: "Since you are the Black Fish Gang? Today, I won't beat you up, just hand over 30,000 yuan and this matter will be settled."

  Wei Kuan heard the amount of 300,000 and thought to himself that this was going to be a problem. He had just saved up several tens of thousands of yuan for his own future development, every penny was planned, and he couldn't just waste it like this. As he thought about this, he looked at Mushroom Head carefully, suddenly remembered something, immediately got up from the ground, turned around and knelt down on both knees, crying: "Master Chu, you are Master Chu of Da Jing Hua Movie Company, aren't you? I really didn't know it was you, please spare me today."

  Xiao Xiao suddenly heard Wei Kuan mention the words "Chu Dage" and "Dajinghua Film Company", and suddenly remembered what the boss at the barbecue stall said last night. He thought to himself, could this Chu Dage be the same as the Chu Jia of Dajinghua Film Company? Looking at his appearance and demeanor, it really seemed like him. Wei Kuan, being a meticulous person, should have already collected information on all the wealthy and influential people in Tianjing City who are well-known outside, he wouldn't mistake someone's identity.

  It seems that this mushroom head is indeed Chu Jia. He has a palace in Longcheng Xianjing, and it's reasonable for him to appear on the mountain path of Longshan as well.

  Xiao Xiao figured out that Chu Jia was not a simple person, thinking of his wine pool and meat forest in Longcheng Xianjing, wanting to see what he would do next.

  Chu Jia looked at Wei Kuan kneeling on the ground, and didn't expect him to take this approach. He thought that in the past when his car was hit, the other party either paid directly or was beaten by himself. Like today, after two sentences were said, he directly knelt down for himself, which was still the first time he had encountered it, and he felt a bit unaccustomed to it. He looked at Wei Kuan kneeling on the ground, and for a moment, he didn't know what to do.