A Divine Farmer

Chapter 167

Chapter 167 - You Don't Have to Care!

In the restaurant parking lot, two men were stealthily closing in on Zhang Xiaolong's Land Rover. Once they were certain no one was watching, one of the men took a hammer to the windshield with a forceful swing.

Bang!

To their surprise, the glass was unscathed. Following a previous sniper attack, Zhang Xiaolong wasn't about to leave his vehicle as vulnerable as it once was. He had used his extraordinary powers to reinforce it.

To the naked eye, the car appeared unchanged, but its internal structure had been transformed. The window glass, for instance, was now tougher than bulletproof glass and even had the ability to self-heal, much like greenhouse glass, rendering bulletproof glass inferior by comparison.

But it wasn't just the windows; Zhang Xiaolong had fortified every external component, making his car arguably more secure than the presidential vehicle of the A Country.

The futile hammer strike left the assailants stunned. Quickly adapting, the other man whipped out a sharp awl and jabbed it at the tire.

This time, the awl penetrated, but when pulled out, the tire remained intact, showing no sign of the puncture.

“Holy smokes, what kind of car is this?” Both men were astounded. It wasn't just the indestructible glass; the tires were impervious to damage as well. It was as if the car was enchanted!

“This is my car,” came Zhang Xiaolong's icy voice from behind them. “Who are you, and why are you vandalizing my vehicle?”

“You've got it all wrong. When did we ever touch your car?” the men retorted, hastily denying the accusation. With the car unharmed, they felt confident in their denial, assuming Zhang Xiaolong had no recourse.

Bang! Bang!

Without uttering another word, Zhang Xiaolong delivered two swift kicks, causing the men to double over as if they were serpents struck down.

“You…” The vandal was taken aback by Zhang Xiaolong's direct confrontation, momentarily at a loss for words.

“I have a video recording. Would you like me to take you to the police station and let the officers question you?” Zhang Xiaolong brandished his smartphone.

Defiantly, the men showed no fear. “Go ahead, call the police. Let them question us. Since your car is undamaged, what can you possibly do to us?”

Zhang Xiaolong let out a cold chuckle. If he wasn't afraid of a trip to the police station, then it was time to take matters into his own hands.

Reaching forward, he seized the arm of one of the men and gave it a gentle tug. The man immediately let out a scream akin to a pig being slaughtered. Yet, his cries were abruptly cut short, as if his throat had been clamped shut, rendering him silent.

Since mastering the Hundred-grass Spring Coming Arts, Zhang Xiaolong hadn't given much thought to the Dragon Controlling True Spell, as he wasn't naturally inclined to seek out conflict. However, he soon realized that the Dragon Controlling True Spell contained techniques of torment that the Hundred-grass Spring Coming Arts couldn't match, inflicting agony far beyond the legendary Tendon Splitting Hand.

Moreover, while the Hundred-grass Spring Coming Arts was a divine force capable of nurturing plants and healing ailments, the Dragon Controlling True Spell could fortify his body from the core. Each had its unique advantages. Hence, even though Xiaolong seldom relied on it, he diligently studied the spell.

“Do you see what's become of this man?” Zhang Xiaolong's gaze was icy as he turned to the other. “He's in excruciating pain and unable to scream. Do you wish to share his fate? Or you could simply divulge who sent you, and then you're free to go.”

“You… You're committing a crime. I could call the cops on you…” The thief's thoughts turned to the police, a clear sign of his deep-seated fear.

But Zhang Xiaolong wasn't convinced this was just a petty criminal; otherwise, the man would have attempted to pick his lock instead of smashing his car.

“Go ahead, try. After I render you like him, if you can still manage to call the police, then by all means, report me,” Zhang Xiaolong said nonchalantly. “But don't say I didn't warn you. Even if the police take you to the most sophisticated hospital, the doctors won't find a thing wrong with you.”

The car thief's forehead was beaded with sweat, realizing he had crossed someone he shouldn't have. Yet, he was reluctant to reveal his instigator's identity.

“It seems you haven't made up your mind. Well then, it's your turn to endure some pain.” In a flash, Zhang Xiaolong struck, and the thief collapsed, finally understanding the agony his accomplice had suffered.

He had only held out for two seconds before deciding to spill everything, but now he couldn't even muster a sound.

Zhang Xiaolong reached out, releasing the man who had sabotaged the tire from his immobilized state. “Well? Ready to tell me who's behind this?”

“I'll tell… I'll tell…” The man gasped for air, never having been so disheveled in his life. His eyes darted to a spot, seemingly signaling something to Zhang Xiaolong.

Zhang Xiaolong followed his gaze and spotted a BMW X7. The driver, sensing trouble, was gearing up to leave.

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Xiaolong eased the pain of the man writhing on the ground, then swiftly moved in front of the car like a gust of wind. “Stop right there.”

The driver acted as if he heard nothing, continuing to drive at a steady pace.

The car wasn't moving fast enough to be lethal, but the driver's intent was clear: move, or get run over.

Unexpectedly, the figure blocking the way didn't budge, instead pushing against the car's hood with both hands.

Instantly, the BMW was immobilized, unable to advance another inch.

“Holy shit!” The driver, now furious, floored the accelerator, refusing to believe that any human strength could stop his car.

In that instant, Zhang Xiaolong shifted from using both hands to just one, while his other hand formed a fist and hammered down on the engine.

Bang!

The hood caved in, and the engine, which had been revving from the floored accelerator, coughed a few times and died completely.

“Holy shit, you lunatic, what have you done to my car?” A young man leaped out and hurried to the front, staring in disbelief at the dented hood. It was hard to imagine it had been done with a fist.

Yet he was certain Zhang Xiaolong had nothing in his hands, and with the car still moving forward, there wouldn't have been time to use any tool.

But to dent the hood and kill the engine with bare hands—just how strong was this person?

“Who are you, and why are you targeting me?” Zhang Xiaolong dismissed the other's frustration, focusing solely on their identity and intentions.

“Just consider this a warning,” the young man sneered at Zhang Xiaolong. “The affairs of the Wang family are none of your business. You're in Yishui, not Qingyang. If you want to leave here in one piece, I suggest you do it quickly. There's no one here to watch your back.”

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