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"Chen, look ahead, is something blocking the road?"

Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze from the distant snow-capped mountains and focused on the near-ninety-degree sharp turn in front of him.

On that old national highway, eroded by time and riddled with potholes, several stones the size of human heads were scattered haphazardly.

The already narrow road was mostly blocked.

In the withered yellow grass by the roadside, three shirtless, dark-skinned, thin men were smoking cigarettes.

They stared intently at the slowly approaching steel behemoth, regarding it as prey delivered to their doorstep.

Jiang Chen's face was cold, and he didn't stop in the slightest.

This tactic is too outdated.

"Boss, this guy hasn't stopped! He's still driving forward!"

In the bushes, a tall, thin thug looked somewhat nervous.

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Scarface took a deep drag on his cigarette, spat the butt onto the ground, and stubbed it out with his toe.

"The bigger the car, the richer the boss, and the more timid he is!"

"I'll teach him a lesson today!"

Scarface winked at his two henchmen, signaling them to get ready.

He cracked his neck, making a series of snapping sounds, and stared intently at the approaching Unimog.

It's now!

To avoid the rocks, the Unimog slowed down to an extremely slow pace, almost like a person jogging.

Scarface seized the opportunity and darted out from the roadside!

His movements were exaggerated; he showed no intention of dodging and charged straight at the tall front of the car.

"Ouch! Someone's been hit and killed!"

A piercing scream, loud enough to echo throughout the entire valley, burst from Scarface's throat.

At the same time, he skillfully leaned back, his body limp and powerless, and lay down on the ground.

He practiced this set of movements hundreds of times, until he mastered it.

To make the injury look more realistic, he deliberately pushed his right knee forward when he fell to the ground.

Based on experience, this action would cause his knee to scrape against the plastic safety bar, making a dull thud and leaving a scratch.

This makes the evidence even stronger.

One million, no, today's car, we'll extort at least two million from him!

He was already planning which club in the county town he would go to and have a good time after he got the money.

However, the smug look on his face froze the next second.

Jiang Chen, who was inside the car, reacted the instant the scarred man rushed out.

His right foot slammed down on the brake pedal.

This behemoth, weighing over ten tons, is not equipped with the hydraulic brakes of ordinary cars, but rather with the pneumatic braking system used only by top-of-the-line heavy-duty trucks!

"Sizzle—!"

A piercing, teeth-grinding sound of high-pressure gas release suddenly exploded!

Four enormous tires, taller than a person, left deep black drag marks on the road.

This steel beast defied the laws of physics, stopping abruptly less than half a meter away from Scarface!

The massive front of the vehicle cast a huge shadow, completely enveloping Scarface.

Scarface was so frightened by the sudden, terrifying screech of brakes that his mind went blank.

But the momentum of his body had already made him perform that "professional" kneeling motion.

His right knee slammed solidly into the front bumper of the RV.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud thud followed—the sound of a hard object striking a steel plate.

It lacks the elasticity one might expect, and there's no deformation of the plastic.

Scarface felt as if his knee had struck an indestructible, thick steel plate.

This is a crash beam custom-made by Jiang Chen at great expense. It is made of high-strength solid manganese steel and can directly smash down a brick wall.

It didn't even shake at all!

"Snap!"

A sound even crisper than a wheel crushing a walnut, a chilling sound of bones breaking, was exceptionally clear on the quiet mountain road.

Excruciating pain!

An unbearable, excruciating pain exploded from his knee, transforming into the most intense electric current that coursed through every nerve in Scarface's body!

"Well……"

The second scream that Scarface was about to let out was abruptly stuck in his throat.

He looked down.

His right calf was twisted outward at an odd angle, completely defying human anatomy.

The white, broken bones, even piercing through the skin and trousers, were exposed to the air, stained with scarlet blood.

A fake fall turned into a real fracture!

Moreover, it was the most severe type: an open comminuted fracture!

"Ah... Ahhh..."

After a few seconds of deathly silence, Scarface finally let out a shrill, inhuman scream.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't stand up. He rolled around on the gravel ground, clutching his completely useless leg, convulsing violently.

Cold sweat quickly soaked his entire body.

He even started foaming at the mouth and looked like he was about to faint from the pain.

in the carriage.

Su Qing covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes wide open, her face filled with terror.

"Jiang Chen! You hit...you hit someone! Is...is someone dead?"

She was panicked and her voice trembled; this was the first time she had ever encountered something like this.

Jiang Chen didn't even frown; he calmly watched the live feed transmitted from the high-definition camera below the front of the car.

In the video, Scarface's twisted leg is clearly visible, but there isn't a single drop of blood or a scratch on the black manganese steel crash beam.

Jiang Chen gave a playful, cold smile.

He picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke to Su Qing in a relaxed tone.

"Don't be afraid, we didn't hit it."

This clueless scumbag has run into a brick wall trying to scam someone.

He broke his own leg.

"..."

Su Qing was stunned and hadn't fully reacted yet.

Meanwhile, the two underlings who were originally preparing to rush up and put on a show in the roadside bushes were completely dumbfounded.

They were all stunned to see their leader rolling on the ground, foaming at the mouth, and on the verge of dying.

That's not how the script was written!

A few seconds later, the tall, thin thug was the first to react.

He stared at the motionless steel behemoth, his eyes bloodshot!

He didn't care whether it was a staged accident or not; all he knew was that his boss had his leg broken right in front of him!

A surge of humiliated anger shot straight to the top of his head!

"Grass!"

He strained his throat and let out a furious roar.

"He dared to run over our boss! Kill him!"