Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1605 - 877: The Dazzling One (Part 2)

"Mr. Wang, you know Mr. Wang?" The girl in leopard print stared at him with an odd expression.

Yan Tianpeng kept his cool, seeming deep and unfathomable: "I handled a few matters for him in the past. I'm Wu Yunzhi, just go check it out!"

At this point, he held some status, and yielding a bit here would stroke the egos of these youths. After they got their kicks, they'd surely release them without issue.

The leopard-print girl appeared even more confused; she pulled out her cell phone and made a call: "Dad, do you recognize a guy called Wu Yunzhi?"

A male voice echoed from the device: "Wu Yunzhi? What's that supposed to be? Get back home soon tonight! Quit fooling around out there!"

The leopard-print girl ended the call, gazing at Yan Tianpeng with a smirk that mixed amusement and scorn.

"Hahaha!" Laughter exploded in the room as the group of youngsters chuckled so hard their bellies ached.

Yan Tianpeng stood stunned: "You're the daughter of Mr. Wang?"

It then hit him why she could rally so many kids so effortlessly—managing a club meant connections everywhere, after all.

Once the laughter died down, a burly youth lifted his steel pipe, face twisted in anger: "You punk, trying to trick me? I'll smash you flat today!"

Things were turning tricky now.

Yet Zhang Chi, staying quiet until then, paid no mind to any Mr. Wang nonsense. Boldly, he lashed out: "Screw you all, you worthless little thugs!"

In the old days, when Qi Tianheng sicced men on him, they sent eight burly fighters, yet Zhang Chi's sturdy build let him escape their grasp.

Most of the kids facing him now looked scrawny like twigs; why would Zhang Chi fear them?

The leopard-print girl quit her laughing.

The burly youth, riding high from handling that clueless driver earlier, heard the taunt and swung his steel pipe toward Zhang Chi's face.

Yan Tianpeng stepped in fast: "Bro, bro, hold off on rushing in!"

Zhang Chi and the youth traded curses over Yan Tianpeng's interference, tempers flaring hotter with each barb.

...

Along a close-by street.

Jiang Ning pedaled his bike, carrying Tongtong and Chuchu out for some midnight eats. With Jiang Ning there, the nights felt secure like broad daylight.

Tongtong: "Earlier by the riverbank, there was a spot with fireworks for sale. One you hold sprays them nonstop—super exciting. We should grab it post-meal."

Xue Chuchu, ever the sensible one, replied: "But once we're done eating, the seller could have packed up and left, no?"

Xue Yuantong's excitement deflated; she pouted: "Chuchu, must you nitpick every little thing!"

Xue Chuchu knew she shouldn't have spoken up, alright then.

Positioned at the bike's rear, she spotted faint neon glows dancing in the shadows up front.

"Are folks launching fireworks?" Xue Chuchu pondered aloud.

Jiang Ning: "Nope, those are car headlights."

When it came to headlights, Jiang Ning always held his own. He hit a switch, and the beams on his upgraded titanium-gray e-bike flared up intensely, shifting to ghost fire setting, where the stunning flashes pulsed vividly, giving Xue Chuchu the thrill of a front-row light spectacle.

Jiang Ning steered boldly toward the glowing cluster of ghost fires, only to discover his route obstructed as expected.

From within the white G-Wagon, Wei Zishan observed the action and gasped: "Hey, another person's shown up."

Sadly, Jiang Ning's e-bike looked too awesome, its radiance enveloping him so intensely it nearly blinded observers, leaving those in the white G-Wagon clueless about his identity.

"Beep beep!" Jiang Ning sounded his horn, urging the blocking bikes ahead to clear the path.

In the throng up ahead, the burly youth was on the verge of clashing with Zhang Chi when a blare from behind made him snap: "Hell, who's the moron stirring stuff up!"

Snatching his steel pipe, he charged toward Jiang Ning, eyes narrowing against the piercing glare: "Idiot! Quit that honking, blast your skull if you want!"

Xue Chuchu hid her face in Tongtong's locks, aware that her appearance could sometimes ignite fiercer trouble.

Before Jiang Ning uttered a word, a voice from the group yelled: "Ah Yuan, quick, boot that annoying bird guy away and get back to the brawl!"

At that, Ah Yuan eyed Jiang Ning closely, dimly noting the two girls alongside, and scoffed: "Man, what a dude—hauling a 3p on an electric bike, lol, beat it now!"

Xue Chuchu flushed with shame and fury, hiding deeper; such crude folks!

Xue Yuantong muttered drowsily: ’Huh, I solo everything in games with one character, so why bother with three?’

Jiang Ning stayed silent, spun the scooter, and departed.

Ah Yuan, spotting the guy's apparent retreat, swelled with arrogance, chuckling: "Yet another wimp!"

At the same time, in the white SUV, Wei Zishan felt besieged once more, grumbling softly: "Darn, I'm itching to just slam the accelerator."

Lin Zida remarked: "Ordinary folks avoid tangling with their sort."

Ah Yuan shot a look at the close vehicle and barked: "Why're you lot hanging around?"

Zhuang Jianhui opened his mouth to respond but caught a blinding gleam in the mirror—a bike, wait, a bolt of light racing past!

Darkness blanketed the night, stars veiled by thick clouds, with mere slivers of moonlight draping a hazy shroud across the shadowy roads.

Jiang Ning gripped the handlebars firmly, eyes steady ahead, as the scooter under him surged with mighty force, speeding onward without restraint.

A "boom" echoed as it slammed into the obstructing electric motorcycle. Bang! The bike got hammered like from a massive mallet, whirling aside while pieces flew everywhere.

The titanium-gray scooter barreled forward with unstoppable rush like a flood.

Panic flashed on Ah Yuan's face; too slow to evade, he reflexively thrust the steel pipe out as a shield.

Bang again, and the breakable body soared like a limp puppet, crashing onto the pavement meters off, writhing and howling in agony. His grip on the pipe had vanished.

The racket drew the attention of the distant crew, scores of stares snapping to the commotion at once.

The scooter rocketed to the group's forefront; Jiang Ning braked fiercely, twisted the bars hard, and the gleaming ride pulled off a flawless 180-degree slide, etching a perfect skid mark, halting precisely in front of the bunch.

His brilliance was overwhelming, literally so, forcing folks to shield their sight, unable to make out his features at all.

The leopard-print woman bellowed in rage: "Who in blazes are you!"

The youths grew livid: "You invading our spot, eh!"

"Seeking death!"

"Go on, smash into us again if you dare!"

The mob chattered endlessly, creating a racket.

Jiang Ning revved the scooter anew. Powered by Spiritual Power, it activated eject function, blasting forth like a shot from a gun, sending the noisiest youth flying via just the scooter's nose.

The remaining guys, boiling with wrath, drew their gear—steel pipes, brass knuckles, switchblades: "Rush him!"

They charged the scooter in a wave, attacking fiercely.

Jiang Ning toggled a switch; the lights blinked off and on, then strobed wildly and harshly. The intensity halted the youths mid-stride, hands flying up to block the glare.

Jiang Ning gunned the titanium-gray scooter, showcasing perfectly how mounted forces outmatch foot soldiers right there.

He weaved through them a couple times, sending every aggressive punk airborne.

Ultimately, the thugs got routed and scattered in panic, yelling as they bolted.

From the white SUV, witnesses caught only a flash of luminescence pursuing the fleeing punks. To the finish, that glow stayed vivid while the beaten lay scattered, wailing without cease.

Zhuang Jianhui's eyes stung from the display.

Wei Zishan and Lin Zida sat slack-jawed—what on earth was that spectacle!

Aboard the bike, Xue Chuchu felt dazed, yet Tongtong cheered wildly: "Ah Ning, loop around again with me!"

Jiang Ning stated coolly: "Every foe has been defeated."

Yan Tianpeng, Zhang Chi, and Lu Qiqi gaped in shock.

Only when the light beam halted in front of them did Jiang Ning kill the beams. Lu Qiqi's surroundings blurred briefly, then steadied, real sights snapping back.

At last, she discerned the scooter's rider's face.

Zhang Chi's mouth hung open: "It's you, Jiang Ning!"

Xue Yuantong declared sharply: "Hail him as—the Scooter God!"