Electronic Nezha

Chapter 83 The Car Slipped Away

The master looked bewildered: "You've mistaken me for someone else. My surname is Wang."

I went up to him, grabbed his mustache, and yanked it. Sure enough, it was a fake mustache that had been pasted on.

Sun Zhancheng and his men immediately erupted: "Chen Bing!"

The master touched his upper lip, which had been pulled painfully, and his eyes changed, showing a mixture of resentment and despair.

Actually, I wasn't sure what to do when I pulled his beard. What if it was true, and he looked a bit like Chen Bing?
I blocked the car door with my body to prevent him from closing and locking it, while looking down at him with a smile and saying, "Mr. Chen, why are you driving a taxi? I ​​thought that even if you were going to run away, you would at least have a luxury RV."

Chen Bing said coldly, "Liu Chuanfeng, you are indeed not simple. I managed to find you even after all this!"

Sun Zhancheng and his men all chimed in, "Where's our money?"

I waved them off to shut up and asked Chen Bing, "Do you know me?"

Chen Bing was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I've never seen you before, but it can only be you."

I asked, "Where did you get my phone number?" I've always been curious about this question, which makes me suspect that although his credentials aren't particularly impressive, he still has some skill.

Chen Bing scoffed and said, "Is your phone so hard to get? It's only worth an apple."

I paused for a moment and said, "You've been to my stall?" When people buy fruit from my stall in bulk, Lao Wang and I always give them a business card. But that's not always the case. If someone buys three apples and asks for your business card, can you refuse?

Chen Bing remained silent, tacitly agreeing.

The simplest way to answer the phone – I admire that. Am I too unmysterious?
I said again, "You came to our area to scam money, fine, but why are you making threatening phone calls to me?"

Chen Bing sighed and said, "That was the biggest mistake. I thought you were just an ordinary fruit vendor, and that I could scare you into minding your own business."

What exactly do you mean by "meddling"?

Chen Bing said, "You are the leader of that group of traffickers. If you lead them to file complaints everywhere and stage sit-ins in front of the government, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble. I don't want to create unnecessary complications."

I was dumbfounded. So all that fuss was about Chen Bing's concerns, and Sister Zhao's value was still increasing...

Chen Bing gritted his teeth and said, "It seems I overdid it. I'm going to just ignore you. The money's already in my account." He then glared angrily at Sun Zhancheng and the others. If it weren't for these four causing trouble, he would have at least secured his first investment at the Western restaurant that day.

Sun Zhancheng patted him on the bald head and said, "Damn it, you admit you're a liar? Where's our money?"

Chen Bing ignored him completely, looked up at me and said, "It's my turn to ask you. How did you get my phone number and my personal information? You're definitely not just some local bully!"

I laughed and said, "Guess."

This time, Chen Bing was dumbfounded. He stammered, "This...this is unfair! Putting everything else aside, tell me how you found me. After I rented this car, I paid in cash, ate and slept in the car, and didn't need to collect money if I didn't pick up passengers. The police still couldn't find me!"

I said, "Who said we were looking for you? I was just strolling around the street with these four guys and we ran into you. Isn't that a coincidence?"

Chen Bing said helplessly, "Alright—" Suddenly he looked up and said, "Liu Chuanfeng, with your skills and my brains, the two of us can accomplish great things together!"

On the rooftop, Liu Jianmin asked Chen Yongren for a chance to vote again, saying he wanted to be a good person. Chen Bing also asked me for a chance, and then wanted to do bad things with me...

Duan Shoujiang pointed at his bald head and said, "Money! Money! Money! Where is our money?" Chen Bing pointed at me and said, "He transferred your money away!"

Instead of getting angry, Sun Zhancheng laughed: "If he had that ability, would he need to do something big with you?"

Chen Bing was a little confused by what was said. It took him a while to realize that it was indeed true. How could someone who could so easily transfer other people's money cooperate with others without even using their brain?

Perhaps driven to the brink of despair, a sinister glint flashed in Chen Bing's eyes. He reached into his pocket and found a wrench in his hand. He swung it wildly as he leaped out of the car.

With a "crack," Chen Bing's wrench first smashed the plaster cast on Duan Shoujiang's hand into pieces, then came crashing down on me. I stepped back, and Chen Bing swung the wrench around. Sun Zhancheng ducked onto the hood of the taxi to avoid the fatal blow.

Chen Bing didn't linger. He took off running as soon as he saw the alley entrance. He had the upper hand and was fighting with his back against the wall. He darted around faster than a rabbit and covered more than ten meters in the blink of an eye. In contrast, the five of us were clearly not good runners...

Just then, my car suddenly accelerated, roaring forward and making a clean stop with its front end. Chen Bing was blocked by the front of the car and cried out to the sky, "Ah—!"

After a moment of surprise, we rushed over together and discovered that Chen Bing's foot was trapped under a car wheel. Xiao Wu finally managed to pull himself up.

Xiao Wu's wheel only crushed the edge of Chen Bing's left foot; his foot wasn't crippled, but he couldn't run. This was thanks to the heavy, high-top tactical boots he was wearing—the kind with laces tied all the way up to his ankle. They looked expensive, and they must have been quite painful. If he had been wearing cloth shoes, there was a possibility of a toe being severed. In his current situation, to sever a toe, he'd have to take off his shoes first…

Without hesitation, Chen Bing bent down to untie his shoelaces. With the help of his crutch, Wu Lianfeng quickly rose and fell behind him. He turned the crutch around to make the weapon's weight distribution more reasonable, and struck Chen Bing on the head with the armpit. Chen Bing got a bump on his head and angrily tried to snatch the crutch, but after straightening up, he realized that his body was too restricted to get close to Wu Lianfeng. So, he bent down again to untie his shoelaces.

"Hey!" Wu Lianfeng gave Chen Bing's bald head another solid whack.

"If you bend over, I'll smash your head!" Wu Lianfeng leaned against the wall, raising his crutch high and loudly announcing.

"Ah—" Chen Bing cried out in despair again, determined to escape even if he was chiseled to death, and went to untie his shoelaces.

"Hey!" Wu Lianfeng kept his word and meticulously chipped a third big bump onto his head. The style was very much like a comedy comic, but in real life, this kind of scene would actually be mostly painful. Nowadays, canes are made of lightweight alloy and have almost no weight, but Wu Lianfeng was using a very retro wooden cane...

Chen Bing finally dared not make any rash moves.

Sun Zhancheng looked at my car, then at Chen Bing, and asked me, dumbfounded, "What's going on?"

"I didn't engage the handbrake, so the car rolled away," I said.

Chen Bing screamed, "This is fucking uphill!"

"What do we do now?" Sun Zhancheng was clearly not thinking straight and could only ask me.

I pulled out the business card of police officer Zhang Tao and said, "Call the police. Right now, the people who most want to see President Chen are the police."

At this moment, Duan Shoujiang stood in the trunk of the taxi and shouted excitedly, "Money, all our money is here!" It turned out that he had used this time to open Chen Bing's trunk and found a large box full of money inside.

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhancheng and Cheng Sihai both ran over.

Seeing an opportunity, Chen Bing secretly crouched down to untie his shoelaces.

"Hey!" Wu Lianfeng diligently chiseled the fourth bump on his head.

(End of this chapter)