Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 347 - 349 The Cry of the Rich

At that same moment, Wang Congming had Wang Dawan and Dr. Qiao Mi get into the car and immediately drove off toward Wu Tian's home.

Wang Congming was at his wit's end. If there's anyone in Dragon Country who can save Dad, it has to be Wu Tian. If even he can't, then no one can.

But just as the car merged onto the highway, Wang Dawan's eyes, from the back seat, suddenly sharpened like an eagle's. Wang Congming, though driving, noticed his father's strange behavior in the central rearview mirror. "Qiao Mi, watch Dad," Wang Congming commanded. This trip to Yang City was to evade the Sword Emperor, so they hadn't brought any guards or bodyguards. Who knew if the Sword Emperor had spies among them?

"Don't worry. With me in the back seat watching Mr. Wang, he'll be fine."

But Dr. Qiao Mi had barely finished his assurance when Wang Dawan shot out of the car like a hawk, smashing through the window. The highway descended into chaos. The car directly behind slammed on its brakes upon seeing a person leap out, but the cars further back couldn't stop in time and rammed straight into them, creating a massive pile-up.

BOOM!

About six or seven cars collided, while three more swerved to avoid the collision, only to overturn.

Wang Congming scrambled out of his car. It wasn't that he was selfish; it was only human nature. His first instinct was to find his father. But he looked up to see his dad, arms spread like wings, actually flying away. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Dad!" Wang Congming screamed.

Wang Dawan was still conscious. Tears streamed down his face, but his body no longer felt like his own. One moment it took the form of one animal, the next, another. Now he was an eagle, soaring high in the sky. I'm so anxious. Where will I land? Where am I even flying to?

Hot tears streamed down Wang Congming's face.

"Call the authorities," Dr. Qiao Mi suggested as he exited the vehicle. "At this point, we need their help. There's no time to waste."

Wang Congming remained silent, his back to Dr. Qiao Mi, his expression growing grim. Dr. Qiao Mi, still oblivious, thought for a moment before adding, "Call Wu Tian and ask for help. Isn't he the number one person in Dragon Country? His influence in Yang City must be immense. Million Group can just give him a little more money, and he'll help."

"You son of a bitch!" Wang Congming exploded, unable to hold back any longer. He spun around and kicked Dr. Qiao Mi, sending the man flying six meters. Dr. Qiao Mi knelt on the ground, spitting blood.

"This is all your fault! What the hell is this biological gene potion?!" Wang Congming rushed forward and punched Dr. Qiao Mi in the chest. Dr. Qiao Mi coughed up more blood and frantically waved his hands. "Stop... stop hitting me! I was wrong, I apologize."

"What good is an apology!" Famous public figures are usually conscious of their image, but Wang Congming couldn't care less right now. He kicked him again. "I told you to watch my dad! Why did you let him go?"

Battered and bruised, Dr. Qiao Mi collapsed to the ground, his voice hoarse. "I... I was wrong. I'm a citizen of the United States of America, you can't... you can't do this to me."

"And you have the gall to insult Wu Tian? Give him money? Ask him for help? What do you take him for?" Wang Congming stormed over and, as Dr. Qiao Mi watched in terror, landed another punch, knocking him unconscious.

The chaos on the highway continued unabated. As he was involved, Wang Congming called the authorities to ask for help finding Wang Dawan, then remained at the scene to wait for the traffic officials to arrive.

While the highway was in disarray, under an obscure iron tower elsewhere in Yang City, a crowd was in an uproar.

"Look, there's someone up there!" a little girl shouted, pointing.

Everyone else followed her gaze up the iron tower. Indeed, there was a figure, but it was too high up for anyone to see clearly.

"Are they going to jump?"

"My god, someone call the authorities, quickly!"

A crowd gathered nearby but didn't dare get too close. What if the person on the tower jumps early? We could be crushed to death. What would we do then?

The person on the high tower was none other than Wang Dawan. He was pale with fright. At this moment, he was no longer an eagle, but a pig. A wave of porcine laziness washed over him, and he didn't even want to move.

What if I fall from this tower? What then? I still have to compete with the mastermind behind Q and WeChat, and with Yun Ma of the Thousand Miles Group! How can I just fall to my death? But this tower... how do I get down?

Suddenly, Wang Dawan thought of Wu Tian's phone number.

Call the authorities to rescue me? I'd be all over the news tomorrow. What a loss of face! The stock price of Million Group would definitely plummet. I can't allow that to happen.

So, of course, he decided to call Wu Tian. He took out his phone and dialed the number.

"We're sorry, the number you have dialed is currently busy. Please try again later."

What? Wang Dawan was stunned. Unwilling to give up, he redialed.

"We're sorry, the number you have dialed is currently busy. Please try again later."

Wang Dawan started to panic. He had no idea Wu Tian was on the phone with Chen Meiling. He then hastily called Wang Congming.

"We're sorry, the number you have dialed is currently busy. Please try again later."

Wang Dawan was frustrated. What on earth is going on today?

He was frustrated, but Wang Congming was even more so. He was also calling Wu Tian for help, only to receive the same message: "We're sorry, the number you have dialed is currently busy. Please try again later."

"Okay, goodbye." Wu Tian had just finished talking with Chen Meiling when his phone ran out of battery and shut down. He set it aside to charge.

Of course, he was completely unaware of how desperately Wang Dawan and Wang Congming were trying to reach him. Even if he did know, he would have just smiled.

Wang Dawan brought this upon himself. If he had only cherished the opportunity I gave him back then, would he be facing today's calamity?

Wu Tian returned to the sofa, holding the little one and playing with her. He took her tiny hand and waved it a few times, making her giggle with delight.

"Daddy, teach me Illusion Technique!"

"Of course!" Hearing the little one's sweet, milky voice, Wu Tian tickled her neck and smiled. "Daddy will teach you whatever you want to learn."

"Daddy, I love you," the little tyke said sweetly.

"Daddy loves you too."

A daughter is a father's little padded jacket. Besides, who wouldn't adore such a cute little jacket?

From the kitchen, Murong Yezi heard the father and daughter's exchange, a contented smile gracing her face. This is what a home should feel like.

As for her, she was preparing a rich, nourishing soup for Qin Yuhan. After the intense 'battle' her son had put Qin Yuhan through, she would need to be properly replenished to recover.

Just then, it suddenly began to rain in Yang City. The little one was delighted; she loved watching the rain.

"Oh, what kind of rotten luck is this?" In stark contrast to the child's joy, Wang Dawan, one of the most famous wealthy men in Dragon Country, was on the verge of tears.