The driver covered his face and looked at Song Yang in disbelief.
He said he drove a Bentley, but Song Yang still hit him.
Song Yang said: "Go, move the car away."
The driver nodded, opened the door and drove.
The drivers who came here to park were stunned when they saw the golden Bentley.
Those who can drive this kind of car are all rich people.
Several drivers' cars were stuck, but they dared not speak out.
They saw Song Yang beat the Bentley driver and asked him to drive away. They were shocked but also felt relieved.
"Ding! Popularity +10!"
"Ding! Popularity +10!"
"Ding! Popularity +10!"
"Ding! Popularity +10!"
…
The system prompt sounded.
Song Yang paused, clapped his hands and started the Audi.
A group of people walked out of the hotel.
The leader was a foreigner.
He has a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, a slicked-back hair, wears a suit, and walks in an unruly manner.
Following behind him was a man dressed similarly, and if you didn't know better you would think he was a gangster.
The hotel is an old one and has been operating in Jinling for decades.
Those who can come here to eat are all from wealthy families. Even Xia Zhentian chooses to eat here.
But everyone is very low-key, no one is like that foreigner.
The Bentley stopped.
The driver ran out of the car crying as if he had seen his father, knelt down in front of the foreign man and said, "Boss! There's a rude guy over there! He beat me up and said how big a Bentley car is!"
The foreigner looked up, his face irritated.
He waved his hand, and the followers in suits behind him went up and blocked Song Yang's way.
Song Yang got out of the car and said, "Why are you blocking my way?"
The foreigner came over, looked Song Yang's car up and down, and spoke a string of words in English.
Song Yang said: "Speak Chinese, I don't understand bird language."
The foreigner snorted and said, "You drive a small Audi, and you actually say that my Bentley is a bit arrogant. Now apologize to my driver, or I will make you regret it!"
It turns out he can speak Chinese.
The driver said proudly: "You need to kneel down and say sorry to me!"
After he finished speaking, the foreigner touched the back of his head and said, "Wangcai is right, you should kneel down and apologize!"
The driver narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, enjoying it very much, like a dog.
Song Yang put his hands in his pockets and said, "Kneel down, why don't you? Kneel down! Now I'll give you three seconds to think about it. Get out of the way and let me pass."
The foreigner's face changed.
The driver jumped out and yelled, "Boy! Do you know who our boss is?! He comes from the famous British William family and is the William family's agent in the Huaxia region, James! You dare to speak like that in front of him, you are courting death!"
Song Yang raised his hand and slapped him.
“Bang!”
A crisp slap was heard, and everyone present was stunned.
They didn't expect that Song Yang would actually beat the driver in front of so many people.
Song Yang said disdainfully: "You still have one second to think about it."
The driver stepped back, covering his face. His face was swollen from being hit.
James said, "Okay! Since you want to die, don't blame me! I'll have my men break your hands!"
Several followers in suits surrounded Song Yang.
James had a grim smile on his face. Song Yang, an ordinary person who drove an Audi, actually wanted to confront him. He would teach this ordinary person how to write the word humble!
The driver was also rubbing his hands excitedly. He was slapped twice by Song Yang and he really wanted to see Song Yang being beaten.
The onlookers around all looked regretful. Song Yang was too stubborn and he would be beaten badly.
At this time, Song Yang chuckled: "The countdown is over."