Feng Zi was furious. "Mr. Sheng, you need to have some limits with your blindness. I ended up like this because that damn girl Bai Tang crashed into me!"
"Mr. Feng, if you're not skilled enough, blaming others for being too good at driving is quite something!" Sheng Qi sneered. "Before you rammed into someone, didn't you ever think you'd end up lying in a hospital?!"
"Sheng Qi, don't go too far!!!" Feng Zi roared.
The assistant beside him quickly reached out to press down on Feng Zi's shoulder, urging him not to get too worked up.
Sheng Qi acted as if he couldn't sense Feng Zi's rage at that moment, speaking coldly, "How you set up Zhang Xiaochu and got him injured on the track—you know it all too well!"
"When you made Bai Tang race against you, weren't you also scheming about how to cripple her?"
"Before you plotted, why didn't you consider that in the end, it would be yourself getting crippled!"
Feng Zi clenched his fists in fury, the blood on the back of his hand flowing backward into the IV tube.
"Sheng Qi, are you going to oppose me over two pieces of trash?" Feng Zi asked angrily.
"Trash?" Sheng Qi laughed coldly. "Mr. Feng can't even beat two pieces of trash—what does that make you? A waste worse than trash?"
"You!!!" Feng Zi was enraged, his whole demeanor turning dark and gloomy.
No one had ever dared to insult him so openly to his face!
Seeing Feng Zi on the verge of losing control, the assistant couldn't help but snap, "Isn't Mr. Sheng being a bit too aggressive? Speaking to the Second Young Master like this over two subordinates—aren't you afraid of the consequences for yourself?"
"Aggressive?" Sheng Qi sneered, his gaze landing on the assistant, his overwhelming presence forcing the assistant to avert his eyes.
"When Mr. Feng forced my two team members into a race, why didn't he consider the word 'aggressive'?"
"Or..." Sheng Qi paused, his eyes fixed on Feng Zi, showing a rare deep displeasure and chill. "Or does Mr. Feng think I, Sheng Qi, have an easygoing temper?"
Feng Zi frowned, a cold glint in his eyes.
After a long moment, Feng Zi asked in a cold voice, "So, what does Mr. Sheng want by coming here today?"
He didn't believe Sheng Qi would offend him, and by extension his Feng family, over just two people.
"About what happened yesterday, I want Mr. Feng to give my two team members a satisfactory explanation!"
"I think Mr. Sheng has it wrong!"
Feng Zi suppressed his anger, letting out a sarcastic chuckle. "They agreed to the race themselves—it's not like I held a knife to their throats and forced them."
"On the track, no one can guarantee their own safety. Their injuries were an accident. Why should I take responsibility for their accident?"
"Since Mr. Feng thinks what happens on the track is an accident, then why do you demand an explanation from Bai Tang?" Sheng Qi countered. "On the track, it's all about skill. You're lying here now because you're not good enough!"
"You!" Feng Zi was furious, realizing he'd been trapped by Sheng Qi, his blood pressure nearly spiking from anger.
Sheng Qi looked at him, a faint, almost imperceptible smile curling his thin lips, but his next words made Feng Zi's face turn black with rage.
"Mr. Feng should be grateful that Bai Tang's driving skills are far superior to yours. Otherwise, you wouldn't be lying in this VIP ward right now—you'd be in the VIP morgue!"
"Sheng Qi!!!" Feng Zi bellowed, the nearby monitors blaring alarms as all vitals showed severe abnormalities.
"Isn't Mr. Sheng going too far!" the assistant said with a frown.
"Too far?" Sheng Qi sneered. "Coming here to waste words with you is the best attitude I can offer!"
The assistant's face turned ashen.
He really wanted to scream a curse word right then.