togophonebook Chapter 72 Zhao Er Gou's Provocation Fails, He Becomes a Clown Instead
Chapter 72 Zhao Er Gou's Provocation Fails, He Becomes a Clown Instead
Qian Long, who was outside the door, hurriedly pushed the door open and came in. Seeing the furious Zhao Ergou, he quickly and cautiously apologized.
"Mr. Zhao, please calm down! I..."
"Shut up! I'm asking you, where is Shen Yu right now?"
Zhao Ergou interrupted impatiently, asking Qian Long in a gloomy tone.
Thanks to the investigation of Shen Yu's information during this period, Qian Long was very familiar with Shen Yu's whereabouts and quickly replied:
"At this time, he should be at the film and television base picking up Jiang Xinlan after work!"
"Alright." Zhao Ergou grabbed the peach wood sword from the table, stuffed it into his robes, and grinned sinisterly.
"Drive there. I want to see for myself just how many heads this brat has who dared to break my formation and ruin my plans!"
He wanted to see just how capable this Shen Yu really was!
"Okay! I'll go arrange a car right away!"
Qian Long was overjoyed and rushed out to arrange the convoy. He was already imagining Shen Yu being beaten to a pulp by Zhao Ergou and begging for mercy.
Less than ten minutes later, a black Mercedes-Benz van drove out of the Yunding Mountain Villa and headed straight for the film and television base where the crew of "The Wind Rises in Chang'an" was located.
4:30 PM, at the entrance of the film and television base.
A black Bentley Mulsanne was parked smoothly by the roadside. Shen Yu leaned against the car, playing with a warm jade pendant between his fingers, waiting for Jiang Xinlan to finish her work.
The setting sun shone on him, outlining his tall and straight figure. His eyes were full of gentle smiles, and his aura was peaceful and calm.
The girls passing by couldn't help but secretly take out their phones to take pictures and whisper about this incredibly handsome guy.
Not far away, around the corner, inside a Mercedes-Benz van, Zhao Ergou stared at Shen Yu outside the car, his eyes filled with malice.
"Mr. Zhao, look, that's Shen Yu!"
Qian Long pointed to the figure outside the car and said softly,
"That Bentley next to him is his car. The driver is a retired special forces soldier assigned to him by Lu Zongming."
Zhao Ergou didn't speak, but secretly made a hand seal with his fingertips and muttered incantations. A barely perceptible wisp of black energy floated from his fingertips and headed straight for the driver's seat of the Bentley.
He wanted to see just how capable this Shen Yu really was.
This bewitching spell, though just a minor technique, can instantly disorient a driver; even special forces soldiers cannot escape it.
If the car goes out of control and crashes, even if Shen Yu is unharmed, it will still make him lose face and test his abilities.
The black smoke instantly entered the driver's seat, but the expected scene of the driver losing focus and the car going out of control did not occur at all.
The driver remained seated calmly, even humming a song, showing no signs of anything amiss.
On the contrary, Zhao Ergou, who was in the car, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.
It felt like he'd been hit hard on the head with a club. His vision blurred, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. He quickly covered his mouth and managed to swallow it back down.
"What's going on?!"
A storm raged in Zhao Ergou's heart.
His bewitching spell was broken silently!
It even retaliated by giving him a slight backlash!
Shen Yu, who was standing by the car, didn't even turn his head once. He remained leaning against the car as if nothing had happened.
Only Shen Yu himself knew that the insignificant black mist had just drifted over when it was crushed to pieces by the protective spiritual power around him, and a barely perceptible amount of spiritual power was also deflected back.
Such underhanded tricks are not even worthy of his attention.
"Mr. Zhao, what's wrong?" Qian Long asked hurriedly when he saw that Zhao's face was pale.
"Shut up!" Zhao Ergou gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with shock, anger, and embarrassment.
His attempt to test the waters backfired, and he was instead humiliated. How could he possibly tolerate that?
He looked at Shen Yu not far away and just then saw Jiang Xinlan run out of the film crew and throw herself into Shen Yu's arms. Shen Yu lowered his head, smiled, and ruffled her hair before leading her into the car.
This scene further provoked Zhao Ergou to the point of turning red.
"Drive! Block him!" Zhao Ergou slammed his hand on the seat and shouted sharply.
"Ah? Mr. Zhao, this..." Qian Long paused for a moment, somewhat hesitant.
"I'll let you drive! What are you afraid of?!" Zhao Ergou roared angrily. "With me here, he can't possibly eat you up!"
Qian Long gritted his teeth, stepped on the gas, and the Mercedes-Benz van shot forward, drifting and blocking the Bentley completely.
Jiang Xinlan, who was in Shen Yu's arms, was startled. She looked up at the car blocking the road and frowned slightly.
Shen Yu patted her back, smiled reassuringly, and looked up at the car blocking the road, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
The car door opened, and Zhao Ergou straightened his Tang suit, got out with his two apprentices, his face gloomy. He walked straight to the window of the Bentley and knocked on it.
Qian Long also quickly got out of the car and followed behind Zhao Ergou, glaring at the car with a show of force.
The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Shen Yu's handsome but expressionless face.
"You're Shen Yu?"
Zhao Ergou crossed his arms, looking down at him with an arrogant and sarcastic tone.
"I thought he was some kind of superhuman, but he's just a greenhorn."
Shen Yu didn't speak, but merely glanced at him indifferently, his eyes calm and unwavering, as if he were looking at a barking dog.
That look completely enraged Zhao Ergou.
"Hey kid, don't play dumb with me!"
Zhao Ergou took a step forward and said in a sinister tone,
"You destroyed Lin Wan's bracelet, didn't you? You broke the formation I set up, didn't you? You dare touch my things, Zhao Ergou? You're asking for trouble!"
"I'm putting my options on the table right now. You have two choices."
Zhao Ergou held up two fingers, his tone extremely arrogant.
"First, kneel down and kowtow three times to me, crippling your cultivation, and I'll spare your life. Second, I'll personally destroy your soul and spirit, ensuring you're never reincarnated!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his two disciples behind him immediately assumed a fighting stance, exuding a faint aura of menace that was full of threat.
Qian Long, standing nearby, also joined in the shouting:
"Shen Yu! Did you hear that! Mr. Zhao is a Xuanmen master from Beijing! If you know what's good for you, kneel down and apologize right now! Otherwise, you won't leave here alive today!"
Jiang Xinlan sat in the car, frowning as she held onto Shen Yu's arm, looking somewhat worried.
Shen Yu took her hand in return and patted it gently to reassure her.
Then, he finally looked up and his gaze fell on Zhao Ergou's face.
There was no angry shouting, no retaliation, not even a single unnecessary word.
Just a glance.
Calm, cold, with an indifference that looks down on ants.
The moment his gaze fell upon him, Zhao Ergou suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure rushing towards him, as if a towering mountain had crashed into his chest!