Chapter 1157 - 1157: I Am a Singer

The sudden appearance of a different voice naturally drew everyone's attention.

Under the scrutiny of the crowd, Xiao Feng's mouth curved into a smile, and he sang: "I believe I am who I am, I believe in tomorrow, I believe youth has no horizon.

At the seaside at sunset, in bustling streets, it is all in my heart..."

This song left everyone completely bewildered.

Meanwhile, Jiang Mixue, who was lying on the ground, had a glimmer of light in her eyes that gradually dimmed again.

In her heart, she thought that this Uncle Xiao, had surely acted on a whim just now when he shouted "I believe," and now singing just to avoid being implicated.

However, compared to others, this Uncle Xiao was already considered quite decent.

Xia Deyuan, on the other hand, had a serious expression; others might not know, but he was very aware that this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man was not as simple as he appeared.

What did it mean when he just shouted "I believe"?

While pondering, he saw Xiao Feng say to the driver, "Close the door."

"You..." The driver was stunned, but after a brief moment of hesitation, he steeled himself and closed the bus door.

Outside the bus, Xia Deyuan's subordinates saw the door closing, exchanged glances, and quickly rushed to the door, banging and kicking it.

Others lined up in a row in front of the bus to prevent it from driving away.

Xiao Feng paid no attention to the sounds of banging and smashing on the door, instead walking straight towards Xia Deyuan.

"Did you hear the song I just sang?"

Xia Deyuan frowned and nodded, "I heard it."

"You see, I'm actually a singer. Usually, it costs fifty thousand to hire me to sing a song," Xiao Feng said seriously, "Of course, I didn't finish the song I just sang; it was only one-fifth, so you can just give me ten thousand."

After speaking, he pointed at the bundle of money in Xia Deyuan's hand.

There was no way Xia Deyuan would easily give up the money he had already obtained. With an unpleasant look on his face, he said, "I didn't hire you to sing."

"Clearly, you did hire me. Are you trying to evade payment?"

"Brother, are you really going to go against me to the end?" Xia Deyuan squinted his eyes, a flash of malice crossing them.

For someone in his line of work, it was impossible to be soft-hearted.

He admitted to having a certain degree of wariness towards Xiao Feng, whose identity he couldn't grasp, but fear was far from what he felt.

"How could this be going against you?" Xiao Feng said confusingly, "You don't spend money to hire me; how could a professional singer like me casually showcase my singing on a bus?"

The surrounding passengers heard this and their mouths twisted in disbelief.

You?

A professional singer?

Xia Deyuan grumbled, "Fine, then get off the bus first, and I'll give you the money."

"That won't do!" Xiao Feng flatly refused, "There are so many of your men outside, and they're all on motorcycles. If I get off the bus, what if you run away?"

Xia Deyuan took two steps forward, lowered his voice, and asked, "I'll ask you one last time, who exactly are you?"

"As you see, I'm a singer, with years of professional experience, a reputation..."

Before he finished speaking, Xia Deyuan took a sudden kick straight to Xiao Feng's abdomen.

Xiao Feng, unhurried, dexterously avoided it, and simultaneously reached out with his right hand, pressing down on the other's shoulder...

"Rip!"

The sound of clothing tearing was clearly heard within the passenger cabin.

As for Xia Deyuan, he did an unintended split, landing on the floor, the sharp pain causing him to take a sharp breath: "Hiss..."

Xiao Feng couldn't help but laugh, "Who'd have thought we're in the same line of work, huh? You're in acrobatics, right?

Although I rely on my voice and you on your physical prowess, as the saying goes, um, physical and intellectual are inseparable."

Xia Deyuan was shivering from the pain, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, utterly unable to comprehend how he ended up in such a situation with just one encounter.

"You dare hit my son!"

An elder at the front of the bus reacted, wielding a whip, swinging it straight down towards Xiao Feng's head.

Feeling a gust of wind approaching, Xiao Feng quickly moved his position forward.

"Snap!"

"Aaaah!"

The end of the whip landed squarely on Xia Deyuan's face, who was still in an awkward split.

Xia Deyuan lay on the ground, writhing back and forth, a straight red mark appearing on his once somewhat handsome face, shocking to see!

Xiao Feng shrugged, saying with amusement, "An elder still resorting to sneak attacks at this age?"

The elder, face flushed, raised the whip to strike at Xiao Feng again. But as soon as he lifted it, his vision blurred, and a strong gust of wind came over.

By the time he realized, Xiao Feng was already in front of him, gripping the wrist holding the whip.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze, and in their eyes, Xiao Feng appeared almost teleporting, leaving his original spot in the blink of an eye to grasp the elder's wrist.

Unbothered, Xiao Feng said to the driver, "Check the dashcam, see if the footage was deleted."

"Alright," the driver responded, beginning to check the video.

A moment later, the driver exclaimed, "It really was deleted!"

"Sigh..." Xiao Feng sighed, looking at Xia Deyuan, whose face was now a shade of blue and purple from the red mark. Then he glanced at the elder in front of him, shaking his head slowly:

"Even if you delete the footage here, the network will still have a record, and even deleted data can be recovered. What's the point of doing this?

Besides, did you really think there would be no cameras on the bus?"

As he said this, Xiao Feng pointed above the bus door.

Xia Deyuan followed his finger and saw the small flashing red light, instantly feeling a chill. He shouted angrily, "Since you already knew everything, why didn't you expose us earlier?"

"Exposing you earlier would mean missing out on observing the extent of your foolishness," Xiao Feng laughed. "If I were you, I wouldn't use such a stupid method.

Your willingness to stage a crash indicates there aren't any monitoring devices along this road.

Want to make money legally and reasonably? Aren't there many ways?

Your skill in this line of work is too poor; I'm too lazy to even criticize you."

"..." Xia Deyuan suddenly felt an urge to die.

This damn, in all his years in this line of work, it was the first time he'd been looked down upon like this.

The passengers were also stunned, feeling at a loss for words.

After a while, a middle-aged woman with bandaged hands said in a sarcastic tone, "Really, if you were so amazing, you should have just dealt with these crash scammers from the beginning. Such a waste of time."

With this remark, many people echoed their agreement.

"Right, anyone who didn't know would think this was a TV show, having to come to the rescue at the crucial moment."

"Enough already, enough already. No matter what, he did save everyone on the bus."

"Don't just stand there; give the hero a round of applause."

Hearing this sarcastic chatter, Xiao Feng suddenly snatched the whip from the elder's hand, swung it in the air, and then shouted angrily, "Everyone shut the hell up!"

Everyone was shocked, and they couldn't help but feel like they had just escaped the jaws of a dragon and entered a tiger's den.

In plain terms, with Xia Deyuan looking so miserable, Xiao Feng at this moment seemed even more like a thug.