C9 Koenigsegg

"Chen Feng, what are you doing?!" Zhao Shihua was itching to charge forward and give Chen Feng a piece of his mind, but something in Chen Feng's gaze made him hesitate.

Yet, with his wife having been struck, Zhao felt compelled to defend her. He stuttered for a moment before bellowing, "Chen Feng, you coward, how could you hit a woman? What kind of man does that make you?"

"I don't hit women, but Xia Zilan, can she even be called a woman?" Chen Feng retorted with a sneer. "I've been wanting to shut that foul mouth of hers for a long time. Consider this a warning. If there's a next time, it won't be this easy!"

"And you, if you're looking for a confrontation, come at me anytime. But let me be clear—if I catch wind of you retaliating against Mengyao behind my back, I won't hesitate to send you to meet your maker!"

Zhao Shihua's face paled. For some inexplicable reason, he sensed an intimidating presence emanating from Chen Feng, a hint of danger that left him unnerved.

He began to doubt whether this man was the same Chen Feng he once knew as a pushover.

After finishing his piece, Chen Feng turned to Xia Mengyao with a smile and said, "Mengyao, let's head home."

"Okay." Xia Mengyao nodded, her demeanor gentle. Chen Feng's actions today had taken her by surprise, and his assertive threats seemed to reveal a side of him she had never seen before.

She was puzzled by this transformation. The Chen Feng she knew from the past wouldn't resort to violence or intimidation.

Yet, deep down, she was secretly thrilled that Chen Feng had stood up for her.

They had only walked a few steps when a piercing roar echoed from a distance. Seconds later, a sleek black car came into view.

The rumbling bass of the engine vibrated through the onlookers' ears, while the car's technologically advanced, streamlined body gleamed in the sunlight. The black supercar, majestic like an emperor, captivated everyone with its commanding presence.

In the blink of an eye, all eyes were drawn to this black bolt of lightning.

In its presence, everything else seemed to fade into insignificance.

"Koenigsegg!"

"One of the top three cars in the world!"

Car enthusiasts gasped, their voices filled with awe and excitement.

Many onlookers were fixated on the sleek black car, their eyes wide with curiosity. They were eager to find out why such a vehicle had shown up at the Xia family's company.

Xia Zilan, who had been crying out loud, abruptly stopped, her face tense with anxiety as the black supercar approached them.

It came to a halt.

Xia Zilan's breath quickened, and Zhao Shihua swallowed hard.

The car door swung open, and a man clad in a floral shirt stepped out and started walking towards them.

Zhao Shihua inhaled deeply, his mind racing as he tried to remember if he had ever encountered this man before.

"Sir..." Zhao Shihua mustered a smile, ready to greet the man in the floral shirt.

But his smile abruptly solidified.

The man in the floral shirt didn't even glance at him; instead, he headed straight to the back.

Behind...

Zhao Shihua turned around and witnessed a scene he would never forget.

The man who had emerged from the Koenigsegg bowed to Chen Feng!

Zhao Shihua vigorously rubbed his eyes, convinced he was seeing things.

"Mr. Chen, you forgot to take your car," Pard said with utmost respect. He was tactful in his wording, not mentioning that the car was a gift from Shen Hongchang, but rather suggesting that Chen Feng had simply forgotten to drive it away, implying the car was rightfully his and leaving no room for Chen Feng to refuse.

Chen Feng was dumbstruck. How could he forget his car? If he had forgotten any vehicle, it would be his scooter, not the flashy supercar before him.

Shen Hongchang had a knack for giving impressive gifts, and Chen Feng found himself without a reason to decline.

After all, no one would want to harm a smiling person.

"Sorry, I was in such a hurry when I left earlier. Thank you for bringing the car to me," Chen Feng said earnestly as he accepted the keys.

"Mr. Chen, you're too kind," Pard replied with a slight smile.

As Chen Feng took the keys, Zhao Shihua and Xia Zilan stood agape, and the Xia family's employees in the courtyard were so shocked they could have fit two eggs in their open mouths.

Could this incredible car really belong to Chen Feng?

Xia Mengyao's face was a picture of shock. She knew Chen Feng better than anyone, and the idea that he could be the owner of this car was something she simply couldn't fathom.

"Let's go, Mengyao. Time to head home." Chen Feng gestured when he noticed Xia Mengyao was still standing there, lost in thought.

Blushing, Xia Mengyao snapped back to reality.

Chen Feng graciously opened the car door for her, and she took her place in the passenger seat with a quiet grace.

Chen Feng then cast a wry smile at Zhao Shihua and Xia Zilan before settling into the driver's seat. With the engine's roar, the sleek black car zoomed off into the distance.

"No way!"

"That car has to be rented by that loser!"

Xia Zilan, momentarily forgetting her recent embarrassment, started ranting again. She simply couldn't accept that the car belonged to Chen Feng.

"You fool, the car isn't rented!" Zhao Shihua hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes betraying a hint of apprehension. He was certain the car wasn't a rental. As an employee of Shen Hongchang, he had seen Shen driving that very car three days ago. The company's executives had mentioned that Shen had recently purchased the car for 26.8 million yuan. It was a globally limited edition sports car, with only six available in the entire Naprax region. Shen had acquired it to present as a birthday gift to a high-ranking provincial official.

Yet, today, the car was in Chen Feng's possession. Zhao Shihua didn't know how, but he was sure that Chen Feng hadn't rented it; after all, it was simply unaffordable to rent.

"Honey, what are you trying to say?" Xia Zilan asked, clearly baffled. If it wasn't rented, did Chen Feng actually own the car?

"What I'm saying is, steer clear of Xia Mengyao and Chen Feng from now on! And as for today's grudge, I'd advise you to let it go," Zhao Shihua stated icily. Without another word to Xia Zilan, he got into the driver's seat.

Fuming, Xia Zilan stamped her foot and hurried after him.

Inside the car, Xia Mengyao turned to Chen Feng and cautioned, "Don't do things like this again."

"Do what?" Chen Feng asked, puzzled.

"Renting a car," Xia Mengyao said with an exasperated look. "I know you didn't want me to be embarrassed, but there's no need to rent a car, especially one that must cost so much."

Chen Feng wore a peculiar expression. He had been pondering how to explain the car's provenance to Xia Mengyao, but she had preemptively justified it herself.

"I didn't really spend much, but rest assured, I won't be doing anything like this again," Chen Feng said, his face betraying no emotion.

"That's good to hear."

Xia Mengyao turned away, her face maintaining its seriousness, yet a subtle smile played at the corners of her mouth, almost imperceptible.

Chen Zhong worked with remarkable efficiency. In less than half a day, he had finalized the specifics of a collaboration with Shen Hongchang.

The Chen family was to invest 35 billion, with Shen Hongchang contributing 15 billion. Together, they established a tourism development company named Scussa.

Scussa planned to construct a vast resort area in Jade Hill, fully developing the scenic potential of the region.

Word of this development spread like wildfire through Efoford, igniting a buzz in every corner of the city.