Wednesday afternoon, Nanhong Road.
A black Mercedes-Benz with a standing hood ornament drove steadily along. The white Toyota Land Cruiser on the left tried to cut in, but Shang Zhengyu stepped on the accelerator and blocked the gap.
The Toyota Land Cruiser failed to cut in, accelerated again to catch up, and pulled even with the Mercedes. Its window rolled down, revealing a face covered in flesh.
Shang Zhengyu turned his head and met that fierce-looking face head-on.
Shang Zhengyu's gaze was intimidating. With his Sanshou skills nearing the professional threshold, if not for legal restrictions, he could cripple a hulking man like that with two or three punches.
Seeing that Shang Zhengyu looked utterly fearless and was driving a Mercedes-Benz S-Class worth over a million yuan, the Toyota Land Cruiser's driver did not force him to stop and simply drove away.
"Brother, you can give way next time," Shang Caiwei said softly from the back seat.
Hearing his sister's voice, Shang Zhengyu's expression softened considerably. "I'll give way when it's time to give way."
Shang Caiwei said nothing more. Their father had once said that it was precisely because of her brother's combative nature that he had managed to build such a large company and make so much money.
Shang Caiwei said, "No need to drive so fast. We're already late anyway."
"Still blaming me?" Shang Zhengyu smiled. His sister had been training at the club today, and her game match had dragged on for too long. He had deliberately waited until she finished before reminding her to go to school.
Shang Caiwei said, "No."
"Really not?" When Shang Zhengyu saw that his sister did not reply, he continued driving. As they reached the turn on Nanhong Road, he switched on his signal, followed by the clicking sound of