Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1856 - 1740: Displaying Power

The two security guards grinned wickedly as they reached out to grope the woman’s arm, scaring her so much her whole body trembled. She shouted, "You can’t do this, this is illegal!"

"Illegal? Hmph, this is RB, this is Akihabara. RB people are the law. And you, don’t have any right to resist."

"Hahaha, tonight we’re gonna have some real fun, this chick’s nice and tender."

"Of course Captain Dubian-kun gets first pick."

The security guards spoke without any scruples, each one of them wearing a bastard’s grin.

"Let her go, you let her go, I’ll fight you to the death!"

The two male companions had plenty of backbone. Seeing the woman in their group restrained, they lunged at the guards together, trying to rescue her.

But they were already injured, and the other side had more people. They had just gotten to their feet when they were knocked back down again.

"Baka yarou, what language are you speaking? I don’t understand a damn word!"

Security captain Dubian rushed up and kicked the two men’s heads furiously. Thud, thud, thud—after several kicks, both men were beaten unconscious.

Because of the fight, more and more people gathered around. Most were RB people, along with some foreign racers and spectators who had come for "Akihabara Drift."

Of course, there were also Huaxia people among them.

Seeing these RB guards bullying their compatriots, the Huaxia people, though only seven or eight in number, all stepped forward.

"What the hell are you doing? Let the girl go!"

"Fuck, I’ll fucking kill you!"

"Fuck your mother!"

United as one, they rushed at the security guards.

At first, the numbers on both sides were about the same, enough for a fight. But then other RB onlookers joined in, and instead the Huaxia people were surrounded.

"Hmph, baka yarou, you actually dare run wild in our RB! Everyone, together, beat them to death!"

Dubian sneered coldly and was the first to charge at the Huaxia people trapped in the middle.

The Huaxia people in the middle hadn’t expected these RB people to be this brazen, actually attacking them in broad daylight. Now that they were surrounded, they were in serious danger.

It looked like they were about to be swarmed and beaten; their fate probably wouldn’t be much better than the two Huaxia men who’d just been knocked out.

Right at that moment, a roaring engine sound came from nearby.

Everyone turned to look and saw a white old Jetta aiming straight at the crowd, showing no sign of slowing down.

"Stop the car, stop right now!"

"Baka, stop the car!"

The guards on the outside edge were all startled. They tried to dodge, but it was already too late.

Bang—boom!

The old Jetta slammed into three security guards, sending them flying. They crashed to the ground and couldn’t get back up; their legs were broken.

The Jetta was about to plow into the Huaxia people when it screeched to a halt and stopped dead.

Both sides who’d been about to start fighting froze. Everyone was shocked by this car that had suddenly charged in.

The hotel security snapped out of it and hurried forward, trying to help the three guards who’d been hit. But their legs were all broken; they couldn’t move at all.

"Baka!"

Captain Dubian cursed loudly, pulled the baton from his belt, and stared coldly at the old Jetta.

At this moment, all eyes were on the Jetta.

The right-side door opened first, and Shen Yan stepped out, swaying lazily with a playful grin on his face.

Dubian asked, "You were the one driving?"

Because RB cars are right-hand drive, he saw Shen Yan get out from the right side and assumed Shen Yan was the driver.

But he spoke in Japanese, and Shen Yan just shrugged, looking like he didn’t understand a thing.

"Fa, ck, you."

That phrase is universal; Dubian cursed in English, and everyone understood.

Then he ordered the other guards, "Grab this bastard for me, I’m gonna have a nice long ’chat’ with him tonight!"

Just as the guards were about to move, the front left door of the car opened.

Everyone turned their eyes that way.

Song Yun got out, glanced at the two unconscious men on the ground, and a cold sharpness flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Dubian and the others and said in Japanese, "You lot are going to pay for what you’ve done."

"Baka!"

Dubian cursed again, staring at Song Yun, thinking, You alone? What, you think you’re some kind of god?

"Hahahaha..."

The other RB onlookers all burst into laughter, watching Song Yun with mocking faces.

At this point, Dubian noticed the car was left-hand drive. He fixed his eyes on Song Yun and barked, "Baka yarou, you were the one who drove into us?"

"Yeah. So what?"

Song Yun taunted him, casually grabbing the wrench from the door pocket and walking toward Dubian.

Seeing this, Dubian flew into a rage and shouted, "He still wants to fight back? Everyone, get him!"

A few guards pulled out their batons and rushed at Song Yun from all sides.

"Bunch of useless trash."

Song Yun’s eyes went cold. He stood his ground, unmoving. When the first guard charged in, he swung a slap.

Smack.

A sharp crack rang out as the guard’s body flew into the air, then crashed heavily to the ground.

Everyone stared wide-eyed in shock. With a single slap, Song Yun had smashed the guard’s face to a pulp; the gums and teeth inside his mouth were exposed.

"Shen Yan, hold the wrench. Anyone dares touch you, crack their skull."

Song Yun tossed the wrench to Shen Yan.

Only then did everyone realize he wasn’t planning to use the wrench himself; he’d grabbed it for the guy next to him.

"Come on, keep going."

Song Yun strode forward, and the guards who’d been so full of swagger were all cowed, backing away from him.

Dubian shouted, "Get him! He’s just a baka yarou, what are you afraid of?"