Before heading out, Wang Xiaoqiang had warned Xia Guifang that the Provincial Capital was in chaos, and soon his words came to fruition. As they made their way back to the Yijia Hotel, they passed through a particularly desolate stretch of road when a group of motorcycles roared up from behind, their engines thundering, assaulting the eardrums.

Just as they turned to look, two motorcycles sped to the front and screeched to a halt. The tires made a piercing noise against the pavement, and after braking, the bikes turned to block the road across the lanes, cutting off their path ahead.

The next two motorcycles that had been speeding along pulled up sharply beside Wang Xiaoqiang and Xia Guifang, the friction squeal forcing Xia Guifang to cover her ears.

Two more stopped behind them. On one of these, a large-bellied man was riding pillion, his face hidden inside a helmet, indiscernible.

Six motorcycles had them hemmed in.

This road was isolated, with dim streetlights and ominous tree shadows, with only the occasional car speeding through the night. Normally, there were few pedestrians, and even fewer at this time. On the opposite side of the road, a man and a woman looked back at the sound of the motorcycles and quickly walked away, showing fear of this gang.

These six motorcycles belonged to the Provincial Capital's Flying Car Gang.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaoqiang's heart skipped a beat; his right hand reached into his pocket and gripped the slingshot. Against six common thugs, even armed, he wouldn't be afraid, but now he was facing six motorcycle-riding thugs. If they were to charge at him, he'd be helpless, especially with Xia Guifang by his side. His only option was to use the slingshot.

One of the thugs on the bikes beside them lifted the visor of his helmet, revealing a sleazy face. His lecherous gaze slid over Xia Guifang before settling on Wang Xiaoqiang, and he sneered arrogantly, "Kid, your chick is quite pretty, lend her to me for the night!"

Whether racing or committing crimes, the Flying Car Gang always emphasized speed. The redhead thug was their leader, Cui Wei. Cui Wei had not finished speaking when he reached out to grab Xia Guifang, intending to force her away.

"Go home and play with your mom!" Wang Xiaoqiang had been on guard. As the hand reached for Xia Guifang, he grabbed the wrist, and the Metal Element Spiritual Energy burst forth.

Ah!

Cui Wei screamed in pain as he tried to pull his arm back, to no avail against Wang Xiaoqiang's grip, strong as iron pincers charged with electricity. With each pull, the grip tightened, causing Cui Wei's already hurting arm to numb from the severe pain. On his third attempt to pull away, Wang Xiaoqiang unexpectedly let go, and with a thud, Cui Wei and his motorcycle both fell to the ground.

After absorbing the essence of another Wild Mountain Ginseng, the Metal Element Spiritual Energy became even more ferocious and potent than before.

The other member of the Flying Car Gang beside them hadn't expected Wang Xiaoqiang to be so formidable and froze, forgetting to attack. When he came to his senses, he didn't dare to strike Wang Xiaoqiang rashly but leaned over to help Cui Wei up. Cui Wei pushed his hand away and climbed up from the ground, shouting in humiliation, "The hell are you all doing? Run him down for me!"

At the boss's command, the two bikes in the front charged at Wang Xiaoqiang first. Prepared for this, Wang Xiaoqiang pulled out the slingshot from his pocket and loaded it with a steel ball. At the same time, streams of white Metal Element Spiritual Energy infused into the steel ball.

Toot~~~ Toot~~~

Seeing two motorcycles roar and bear down upon them, Xia Guifang, frightened, hid behind Wang Xiaoqiang.

Whoosh!

The steel ball, carrying the Aura of Geng Metal, shot toward the Flying Car Gang member on the leading motorcycle. In the next moment, the man shuddered as if hit by a bullet and tumbled off the bike. The bike, now uncontrollable, fell over onto the road, just as the following motorcycle crashed into it, throwing rider and machine through the air.

The scene unfolding before their eyes was more thrilling than an action movie sequence, leaving the other members of the Flying Car Gang dumbstruck. After a moment of shock, another motorcycle charged forward, hoping to catch him off guard.

After dealing with the two in front of him, Wang Xiaoqiang was naturally aware of the danger behind him. He couldn't believe how brazen these hoodlums were. Seething with anger, he spun around to face both the front and back and pulled Xia Guifang behind him.

He then took out a steel ball, placed it in the slingshot, and infused it with Metal Element Spiritual Energy, firing it when the motorcycle was three meters away.

Whoosh!

The steel ball hit the rider in the chest, and the powerful recoil knocked them backwards off the bike. The out-of-control motorcycle slid forward for over a meter and, amidst Xia Guifang's screams, nearly crashed right in front of Wang Xiaoqiang before careening into the road's guardrail with a crash.

The rush of hot air from the speeding motorcycle hit Wang Xiaoqiang, making him catch his breath and internally exclaim at the close call.

The first reaction of the two Flying Car Gang members struck by the steel balls wasn't to get up but to frantically scratch at their chests like they'd been stung by wasps, trying to pull out the balls that had lodged into their flesh.

After they pulled out the steel balls, blood started to flow uncontrollably. They couldn't fathom that a slingshot could wield such force, enough to shoot a thumb-sized steel ball into their bodies. The damage it could cause if replaced by a sharp projectile, like a bullet, was frightening to even consider.

Cui Wei stood up, dumbfounded at the scene before him. He could never have imagined that his powerful Flying Car Gang was unable to handle a countryside kid, and that a tiny slingshot had knocked his brothers off their motorcycles. He felt an unbearable depression at the thought—if word of this spread, how could the Flying Car Gang save face and continue to mix in the underworld of River City?

What he didn't realize was that the steel balls Wang Xiaoqiang fired were infused with Metal Element Spiritual Energy. Not only were they vigorous and forceful, unaffected by even strong wind, they were incomparable to a regular slingshot—they were lethal.

"Kaizi, what are you dazing for? Let's get him together!" Having recovered, Cui Wei glared at Wang Xiaoqiang and barked at the Flying Car Gang member by his side.

Damn it, I refuse to believe your slingshot can be used for close combat!

The member addressed as Kaizi dropped his motorcycle, removed his helmet, and charged at Wang Xiaoqiang alongside Cui Wei.

Having neutralized the threat of the motorcycles, Wang Xiaoqiang felt relieved. Seeing the attackers approaching for hand-to-hand combat, he immediately stuffed the slingshot into his pocket and shielded Xia Guifang behind him.

Members of the Azure Dragon Gang in the county city armed with steel rods were no match for him, let alone the two in front of him. The Provincial Capital might be bigger than the county city, but that didn't necessarily mean its hoodlums were more skilled.

Indeed, as Cui Wei and Kaizi swung their fists and rushed at him, the Five Elements Spirit Spring around Wang Xiaoqiang's heart moved at the speed of light within his body. It not only deflected their punches and kicks but also released a fierce Aura of Geng Metal as Wang Xiaoqiang retaliated.

Each punch and kick he delivered was like an electrified baton, dropping Cui Wei and Kaizi to the ground, crying for their fathers and howling for their mothers.

The two hit by the steel balls were too busy plugging their bleeding wounds to think about helping. The other four, after seeing Wang Xiaoqiang's formidable "skills," were too scared to step in. Meanwhile, Cui Shoujing, sitting on the back of a motorcycle, was so terrified by the scene before him that his face went pale.

He had planned to use his nephew's influence to teach Wang Xiaoqiang a lesson and, incidentally, to rob the millions in funds from him. But to his dismay, things had turned out with the Flying Car Gang members getting beaten by Wang Xiaoqiang.

Watching his nephew Cui Wei and the son of the Chief of District Public Security Chen Kai getting pummeled by Wang Xiaoqiang with no sign of him stopping, Cui Shoujing panicked and suddenly came up with a plan. He took out his phone and called the emergency number of the District Public Security Bureau.

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