Sky-cracking Rider

It's quite fresh to encounter a road bully in the American Federation.

"No need, keep it, after all, there's Selina and Taya in the car."

Chen Fei turned his head to look at the two sisters who were scared out of their wits; they needed their old man's protection with a gun even more.

"Don't push yourself, if the situation turns south, come back right away!"

Instructor Ramaya wasn't sentimental; she took back the gun but watched Chen Fei get out of the car the whole time, ready to step on the gas and rush over at any moment.

Seeing Chen Fei casually get out of the big pickup truck and walk over unhurriedly, the people blocking the road immediately reacted.

A thunderous shout came from afar.

"Chen Fei?"

Wow! Here I was thinking this was a classic shake-down, 'pay the toll, leave your loot, mobile payment online, scan to pay, swipe your card to pay...'

But I could tell from their call, they were here for Chen Fei himself, not the type of road bullies I'd imagined; I had overthought the situation a bit.

"Hurry up, I'm in a rush!"

Chen Fei continued to approach at an unhurried pace, casually waving his hand.

What did the other party want to do? Was there even a need to guess?

Of course, they weren't planning to invite him for a hot dog in this godforsaken place.

Oh, wait! Wrong!

They indeed wanted to offer him something.

Like a baseball bat, for instance!

Over a hundred people charged over with whooshing noises, all wielding solid wooden baseball bats.

The amount of information was overwhelming. Chen Fei laughed; after all, he was a recent university graduate with good smarts, not an idiot. In the American Federation, knowing his Special Ability, and organizing so many people for revenge, it definitely wasn't those unlucky fools from Apocalypse Defense Group who had just been dealt with.

With the Merman Brothers Consortium currently entangled in rumors, overwhelmed and too busy to even hide, they certainly wouldn't rush to provide solid proof themselves.

So, the truth boiled down to one thing, that little Deflated Calf from the Lockheed family.

And this wasn't all; in other words, 'money talks', and looking at this situation, it was indeed a capricious display of wealth.

"Come out, my AK!"

Chen Fei stretched out his hands, invoking the "Physical Evolution Database's" "Firearms" category to conjure an original AK-47, with non-metal parts replaced by metal, but this did not affect its function as a normally-operable AK-47 automatic rifle.

System: Ding! Firearm "AK-47" evolution time 1/10 seconds!

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System: Ding! Firearm "AK-47" evolution time 10/10 seconds! Evolution complete!

Ten seconds wasn't short, but it wasn't long either. However, to the gang wielding baseball bats, the entire evolution process felt more like a warning and deterrence.

When the AK-47 finally took shape, the men who had been approaching with a menacing gait suddenly hit the brakes. They glanced at their baseball bats, then at the AK in Chen Fei's hands, their faces a picture of disbelief.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

This is bloody disregarding the rules of Jianghu!

"Heh!"

Chen Fei sneered, pulled the bolt of the rifle, leveled the barrel, and loudly declared, "This mountain is mine, this road is mine, this tree is mine; if you want to cross this path, leave behind a toll!"

He kindly completed their opening speech for them; it would be a shame to leave it unsaid.

Crackling sounds followed as solid wooden baseball bats clattered to the ground.

Everyone turned on their heels and fled as if for their lives, fearing they would be too slow and get sprayed by the AK.

It was total chaos with bodies scattered and vehicles revving; in under thirty seconds, the road was pristine and breezy, as if the blockade had never happened.

Inside the big pickup, the father and daughters exchanged astonished looks. Was that lot there to make a joke? Such a big showing, just to run away in the end.

Chen Fei shook his head, turned around just as Instructor Ramaya drove up close, saving him a few steps.

"Chen Fei, who were they?"

"A bunch of ruffians brought by Steven Lockheed, the young master of the Lockheed family."

Chen Fei didn't need evidence.

He wasn't a judge; what use would evidence be to him?

"Hmm? Steven? Hmph, I'll have Old David fire him later!"

Instructor Ramaya snorted in anger.

This kind of roadblock, which frightened his two precious daughters—he might not be able to deal with the Lockheed family directly, but kicking young master Steven out of the training service was just a matter of a few words.

"Won't that be too tough on him?"

Chen Fei thought a lesson was indeed necessary.

Being kicked out of Old David's training class would certainly be a headache for the Lockheed family, meaning that Steven would no longer be able to leverage Old David's connections, leading to a significant loss of reputation in the field.

"Old David won't tolerate such behavior either, don't worry, I'll handle it," Instructor Ramaya assured him, thumping his chest. His gaze fell on the AK-47 in Chen Fei's hands and asked curiously, "Is that an AK-47?"

No wonder those idiots fled as if they saw a ghost.

Getting shot by an AK-47 means at least a pot-sized scar; they say a real man shrugs off a pot-sized scar, but how about several? Or a dozen? It's frightening, alright.

"Hehe, it's a high-quality replica, no bullets!"

In full view of the father and daughters, Chen Fei pulled the trigger, causing a click as the hammer struck, but without any ammunition—not even pressure from a gas tube to feed the action, it couldn't cycle rounds for automatic fire.

"Hahaha, those fools, they all fell for it!"

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Instructor Ramaya slammed the steering wheel upon learning the truth.

His two daughters, the long-haired Selina and short-haired Taya, also couldn't stop laughing.

Chen Fei retracted the AK-47, returning it to the "Physical Evolution Database" without a single bullet; honestly, even a baseball bat would be more useful than this so-called factory original.

After a burst of laughter, Instructor Ramaya didn't forget to invite Chen Fei to get in the car.

Just as he was about to step on the gas, he saw his two daughters in the backseat suddenly cry out in unison.

"Dad, wait a moment!" ×2

Instructor Ramaya was startled and turned around to ask, "What's wrong, darlings?"

"Those baseball bats can be sold for money!"

"Right, right, money, lots of money!"

The two sisters' eyes shimmered with the reflection of money, with baseball bats scattered all over the ground, still worth some Star Yuan, right?

This profit-making venture was like picking up freebies.

"Alright! Watch for safety!"

Even though the interstate was quite empty, and one might go ten minutes or even a couple of hours without seeing another car, as a father, he still had to remind his two daughters to be aware of the traffic and not get so engrossed in picking up stuff that they forgot to watch for cars.

"YEAH!" ×2

The twin sisters cheered in unison, flung open the car door, and dashed out, without a hint of restraint.

There were more than a hundred, to be precise 117 solid wood baseball bats, not only brand new but also name-brand. If they were bought at the original price, this heap dumped into the pickup truck would be worth at least 20,000 Star Yuan.

Luckily, the sisters also found five wallets, containing a total of 2,300 Star Yuan in cash. It truly was a case of finding money equaling earning it.

Those guys weren't just there for a laugh but also to hand over money.

For Instructor Ramaya, the documents inside the wallets were the best evidence, ensuring Steven, the young master of the Lockheed Family, would be dismissed without the Lockheed Family daring to say a word.

Old David had deep ties with the Lockheed Family; if this event blew up, Steven might very well find himself in for some serious deprivation.

After a few encounters, not only was Chen Fei unscathed, but his adversaries repeatedly managed to offend the local big shots, ridiculously so.

The young man hadn't triumphed before his own downfall – let's mourn for this lad for a three-second silence.

The long-haired Selina leaned in to whisper with her sister Taya in the backseat, and finally said, "Chen Fei, we can give you a third of the income from selling these baseball bats."

Well now, the little lady still remembers to share the spoils, not entirely blinded by money, which somewhat surprises Chen Fei.

"No need, thank you!"

Just a little money, not even enough to pay off his debts!

Chen Fei, after running a job in Mesoamerica's Chapala City with Boss Hana, made a quick 200,000 Star Yuan, truly not caring about such small change. What's three or five thousand Star Yuan good for?

He shook his head while declining with a smile.

"No need, thank you, keep it for yourselves!"

"Really?"

Selina couldn't quite believe her ears.

The spirited young men of the American Federation wouldn't be so gracious; they would not give up a single Star Yuan.

"There might even be four thousand Star Yuan, you know! Don't regret it later!"

The short-haired Taya cautiously reminded him, almost afraid that Chen Fei would later regret it; if they saved that four thousand Star Yuan, the sisters could split it and slightly enrich their own assets.

Chen Fei confidently said, "A man's word is his bond, and once given, it can't be taken back by a team of horses."

"Chen Fei won't be short of money; in the future, he'll surely be a solid middle-class man!"

This young man's lack of pettiness actually made Instructor Ramaya respect him more.

Having wealth and not being a scoundrel is one thing, but generosity is also a virtue, unexpectedly reliable!

"Dad! My sister and I will definitely each find a reliable good man for ourselves in the future."

Taya failed to catch on for a moment, but Selina, understanding the subtext in her father's words, knew exactly what he was hinting at; who was he to arrange their matches?

The young men and women of the American Federation's Jianghu didn't care about parental matchmaking; they valued independence, autonomy, and self-reliance. Many youngsters would pack up and stride out of their homes as fast as they could the minute they turned eighteen, thereafter living free and easy.

Chen Fei shook his head and said, "Instructor Ramaya, don't joke, I'm in debt of several million Star Yuan right now!"

It seemed the Instructor had some misconceptions about the word "middle-class."

According to media reports these past two years, the baseline annual disposable income for the middle class starts at a minimum of 5 million Star Yuan.

Instructor Ramaya, driving the pickup truck, laughed awkwardly, "Ha ha, ha ha, with your skills, you'll be able to pay it all off soon!"

In his mind, he was wondering, what on earth had this young man done to owe so much money? Hopefully not gambling debts, because that simply wouldn't do!

So he's a really broke guy, definitely a case for "look but don't touch." The twin sisters simultaneously rolled their eyes; the real world is just too harsh.

When the pickup returned to the small airport temporarily borrowed by Old David, young master Steven Lockheed had already been fired. Old David wouldn't tolerate any wrongdoing, certainly not extending any favors because of old connections.

All for nothing, the family influence and tuition fees worth millions of Star Yuan wasted, Steven couldn't even linger out of helplessness, promptly shouted back by a phone call from Old Lockheed, likely to spend the next half-year facing the wall in contemplation—a sorry plight indeed.

This guy's constitution was just hollowed out; locking him up for half a year was actually for his own good.

Upon Chen Fei's return, the hearts of the other three students in the Advanced Training Class were gripped with anxiety. They were already lagging in their studies compared to him, and with the contrast being so stark, Instructor Ramaya naturally became even stricter, pushing them to their limits with torturous drills, to the point of wanting either transcendence or death.

Ashka Copernicus, planning to switch to flying cargo planes, even started doubting whether he was learning about cargo planes or space shuttles, a reflection of the others' similar delusions.

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