Father is a villainous Buddhist disciple? He'll just be beaten into the light of the righteous

On the way back to the city, Shen Ji felt that something was wrong.

This feeling of unease wasn't that he sensed any danger on the road, but rather a dangerous intuition.

This is his innate sixth sense, which has saved him from many dangers in the past.

Therefore, when this intuition arises, there must be great danger approaching nearby.

Shen Ji frowned: [Hey, is something unusual nearby?]

Sijiu paused for a moment, then quickly scanned the surrounding traffic and crowd, asking in confusion, "I didn't see any dangerous people or vehicles."

Shen Ji said "oh," thought for a moment, and then patted Shen Jiyuan's thigh with his small hand.

Shen Jiyuan looked down at him. "What are you doing?"

Shen Ji said worriedly, "Dad, I have a feeling that danger is approaching. Why don't you call Uncle Zhao?"

Shen Jiyuan raised an eyebrow. "Feelings?"

Shen Ji proudly patted his chest, "My intuition is very accurate!"

Shen Jiyuan scoffed, "Really? How accurate?"

Shen Ji said confidently, "I have a feeling you're going to scream in agony in a minute."

Shen Jiyuan chuckled coldly, "Are you sure it's not your butt that's screaming?"

Shen Ji held up three fingers. "I'll count to three, and you'll definitely scream."

Shen Jiyuan scoffed, "If I scream, I'll take your surname." Then, realizing his mistake, he changed his words, "If I scream, I'll write my name backwards."

Shen Ji smiled and counted, "Three."

"hehe."

"two."

"Hehehe."

[Hey, give me one of Rong Momo's needles, I'll kill this old bastard!]

【…】

"one!"

"Hehehe...Ahhh!"

Shen Ji secretly tossed Rong Momo's needle into his system space, chuckling, "How about that? Wasn't my intuition spot right? Daddy, are you going to name him Yuanji Shen?"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He sat bolt upright, grabbed Shen Ji's hand, and said with a sullen face, "You brat, what did you use to stab me?"

Shen Ji innocently spread his hands, blinked, and said, "No."

Shen Jiyuan frowned and looked at his hand again and again, but he couldn't find anything in it.

What happened?

He clearly saw that brat prick him with a needle just now!

He checked Shen Ji inside and out, and even searched under his seat, but couldn't find a single needle.

Shen Jiyuan narrowed his eyes.

Shen Ji blinked. "Old Master Shen Yuanji, see? I was right, wasn't I?"

Shen Jiyuan's forehead veins throbbed. He gritted his teeth and took out his phone. "Fine, I'll make the call right now."

But before he could even finish dialing the number and it had rung twice, the car lurched violently, and his body slammed against Shen Ji's child seat due to inertia.

Before he could even react, a piercing screech of brakes filled his ears, accompanied by Xie Wujie's deep shout, "Boss, hold on tight!"

Shen Jiyuan suddenly looked up and saw a gray van that seemed to have gone out of control, heading straight for the front of their car.

Xie Wujie was already trying his best to control the steering wheel, but the other van was going too fast, and he couldn't completely avoid the collision.

As the van's front end was about to crash into the door where Shen Ji was, Shen Jiyuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Without thinking, he pounced on Shen Ji, holding him tightly in his arms.

The next second, the front of the van crashed into the body of the vehicle.

The two cars collided with a loud bang. The Rolls-Royce Phantom swerved violently and crashed straight into the guardrail on the side of the road, only coming to a stop after another loud bang.

Shen Jiyuan's forehead was covered in blood from the shattered glass, and his vision blurred intermittently.

But he had no time to worry about his own situation. His heart pounded as he looked up to check on Shen Ji. "Little Ji? Little Ji?!"

Shen Ji's small voice came over, "Dad, I'm okay."

In that instant, Shen Jiyuan's heart felt like a lead ball tossed high into the air and then crashing heavily onto the sand. He breathed a sigh of relief, and the blood that had been frozen in his body slowly began to flow again.

"It's alright, it's alright." He straightened up, his expression a mix of crying and laughing. "Dad's here, don't be afraid."

Upon hearing Shen Jiyuan's voice, Shen Ji raised his eyes in a daze.

Is Shen Jiyuan... worried about him?

He pursed his lips, raised his hand and touched Shen Jiyuan's forehead, "Dad, you're bleeding."

Shen Jiyuan rubbed his head and said, "Dad's fine." Then he unlocked the child safety lock and lifted the boy out of the car seat.

Fortunately, the car he was driving wasn't an ordinary car; it was very durable.

The van's immense force only shattered the windows and dented the door.

Shen Jiyuan was injured because he rushed onto Shen Ji in a moment of panic and was cut on the forehead by broken glass.

The back seats were blocked on both sides, making it impossible to get out; only Xie Wujie in the driver's seat could get out of the car.

Without thinking, he got out of the car to see what was going on with the bread truck.

But as soon as he got off the van, the back door was pulled open and a group of people carrying weapons jumped out of the van.

Xie Wujie's eyes narrowed; it seemed this car was coming for them.

"Gentlemen," Xie Wujie subconsciously leaned towards the back door, blocking Shen Jiyuan and Shen Ji's car door, "what does this mean?"

The leader, a man in his thirties with a fleshy face, glanced at the car with a sinister look in his eyes before turning his gaze to Xie Wujie. "A stray dog ​​from Shanhe Security?"

"Heh, I'm not here to spar with you guys today."

"If you know what's good for you, get lost."

Xie Wujie narrowed his eyes. "Heh, I'm really sorry, I'm not exactly a considerate person. Since I'm already here, I might as well stretch my legs a bit, otherwise I'd feel bad taking the money."

The man seemed somewhat wary of him, narrowing his eyes menacingly for a while before refusing to waste any more words. He simply waved his hand at the people behind him, "Grab that child, alive!"

Five or six men got out of the bread truck behind him, exchanged glances, grabbed their weapons, and rushed toward Shen Jiyuan and his son.

Xie Wujie's eyes narrowed. He kicked the man in front of him, and in the instant he blocked the attack, he pulled out a baton from his waistband and smashed it into the head of another man.

The battle was about to erupt, leaving no time to catch one's breath.

Shen Ji complained: "Damn, why don't these villains have that talkative villain special feature?"

Shiku said softly, "...Maybe they're normal people."

Shen Jiben was about to complain, but Shen Jiyuan suddenly shoved him under the car seat. He rolled on the ground like a winter melon, and before his belly was even turned over, a cold, deep voice came from above his head, "Stay here and don't move!"

Shen Ji obediently rolled over, then sneakily lay down under the stool and made an "oh" sound.

Of course he wouldn't move.

This group of people were clearly after him. Although he didn't know what was going on, he certainly wouldn't try to be a hero in the current situation.

Hey.

Even if he wanted to play the hero, he would still need to meet certain conditions.

He's just a three-year-old kid; he can drown in a pile of cow dung. What can he possibly do?