Chapter 492: The Stalker
At one in the afternoon, Wu Yong arrived at the villa, with no particular reason other than to take Lin Tian to meet Wang Sicong.
According to Wu Yong, Wang Sicong is currently in a basement, a very secretive location.
The two did not take Lin Tian’s Porsche, as it was a special period, and that car was simply too conspicuous.
So they drove a Jetta worth over a hundred thousand. Naturally, Lin Tian was the driver. Despite having driven only a few times, he had already grown fond of the feeling.
Wu Yong could only sit in the passenger seat because he needed to guide Lin Tian; the place was quite remote. Indeed, it had to be, since the Wang Family was watching very closely. If careless, they would easily catch up.
The Jetta drove out of the villa complex and soon entered the stream of traffic.
"We’re being followed," Lin Tian said softly, his eyes glancing at the rear-view mirror.
It was a grey Volkswagen, with a very ordinary license plate. This was already the third car they’d switched to. It seemed their actions were quite meticulous; otherwise, they wouldn’t be switching cars so frequently.
"What? Followed again?" Wu Yong turned to look, bewildered, unable to identify the car.
"What do you mean, ’followed again’?" Lin Tian asked.
Wu Yong sighed deeply, "Recently, wherever I go, someone follows. When Tian Ming and Pang Yu were around, I could tell who was following; now I can’t distinguish. Tian, how did you figure it out?"
Lin Tian merely smiled without replying. Should he tell him he remembered the driver’s face?
Due to the Tyrant Emperor’s Record and his mid-level Martial Artist prowess, Lin Tian’s memory was extremely sharp, along with his eyesight, which, while not capable of X-ray vision, was much better than average.
So, through the rear-view mirror, Lin Tian had seen the driver multiple times. Having switched cars three times deepened Lin Tian’s impression of him.
"How did Tian Ming and Pang Yu deal with being followed?" Lin Tian asked.
"Oh, they just used various landscapes to shake off the followers. Always going in circles; it seemed quite showy to me," Wu Yong said, grinning.
Lin Tian chuckled, "What’s there to envy? I told you last time, once this period is over, you’ll train with Tian Ming. You’ll master those skills later."
Wu Yong quickly waved his hands, "No need, no need. Tian Ming is a blockhead. He’ll definitely work me to death. My little arms and legs can’t withstand it."
"Stop with the nonsense. Everything else can be negotiated, but not this. You’ve seen how dangerous it is. Without some skills, you’ll end up losing your head one day," Lin Tian said irritably.
Wu Yong knew Lin Tian was looking out for him, and he couldn’t argue, as it was true.
"By the way, do you have any coins on you?" Lin Tian asked.
"What do you need a coin for?"
Though puzzled, Wu Yong nonetheless took out his wallet and flipped through it, finally retrieving three one-yuan coins.
Lin Tian took the coins, smiling lightly, "Tian Ming only knows how to shake them off, which is useful but too time-consuming. Watch this."
With that, Lin Tian used his right hand to grip the steering wheel, while his left held a coin, infusing it with Spiritual Qi. Then his fingers squeezed the coin tightly and flicked it fiercely.
If Wu Yong looked closely at Lin Tian’s hand, he’d see that after the action, his entire arm began to tremble.
Clearly, Lin Tian had exerted considerable force.
The coin, now filled with Spiritual Qi, flashed through the air; no one but Lin Tian noticed it, including Wu Yong, who was carefully watching but saw nothing.
A loud ’bang’ shattered the silence.
Lin Tian saw that the coin had punctured the Volkswagen’s front tire. Though it only made a small hole, the tire’s air leaked out swiftly, and the coin’s whereabouts became unknown.
No one would suspect Lin Tian’s involvement; they’d think it was simply a blowout.
Even Wu Yong thought so. He shifted in his seat, swiftly twisting his head backward, then laughed and cursed, "Holy shit, Tian, are we that lucky? The tire just blew out?"
Lin Tian replied irritably, "I threw a coin to break it."
As he spoke, Lin Tian shook his left arm. That throw had used all his might. Bear in mind car tires are made of rubber, which is incredibly tough, and using a coin to puncture it was not entirely within Lin Tian’s confidence.
Of course, Wu Yong wouldn’t believe it; nobody else would either.
"Tian, you’re shameless," Wu Yong retorted with a middle finger, showing contempt.
Lin Tian, naturally, didn’t mind from his closest friend, chuckled lightly, and reciprocated the middle finger.
Wu Yong continued guiding while chatting with Lin Tian, boasting and bragging.
As they headed towards Wang Sicong’s basement, Lin Tian noticed another car tailing them — a black MINI. Though it only followed briefly, Lin Tian recognized it.
Lin Tian informed Wu Yong of the situation, prompting a wave of curses from him. He stroked his bare arms and said, "Tian, let’s go and give them a beating!"
Wu Yong suggested this because Lin Tian was by his side, though he didn’t know Lin Tian’s exact Combat Power, he knew it was extraordinarily strong.
Lin Tian glanced at Wu Yong and laughed, not objecting to his suggestion.
The Wang Family’s dogs were ripe for a beating.
"Yongzi, I think merely beating them is pointless," Lin Tian joked.
Wu Yong paused, "What do you mean?"
"How much do you think that car is worth?"
Wu Yong looked back, eventually shaking his head, "I don’t know, but I’d conservatively estimate forty or fifty thousand. What do you want to do?"
Lin Tian’s lips curled into a cold smile, "Of course, beat them, then smash the car and take a photo; send it to that old bastard Wang Daoran."
Wu Yong’s interest peaked, and he waved his hand, "Great! I’ll smash it a few extra times. It’s my first time smashing a car worth over forty thousand, feeling excited."
Lin Tian smiled helplessly, this guy.
Lin Tian drove the car down a relatively narrow street, then hit the brakes hard, rotating the steering wheel.
The wheels screeched, scraping a long skid mark along the ground, emitting wisps of black smoke and the scent of burnt rubber.
The drift positioned the car horizontally in the center of the road, effectively blocking the MINI from passing.
The MINI’s door opened, and three burly men stepped out, their gazes ominous. In their eyes, Lin Tian was courting death, daring to be so brazen in front of them — could it be anything less than suicidal?