Chapter 711 - 662: Sorry Officer! (1)
With a synchronized hiss, the scissor doors of the supercars rose.
Leading the pack, Ma Yunbin and a few other super-rich heirs stepped out, looking rushed. They quickly made their way toward Qin Fan.
"Boss Qin!"
"Boss Qin!"
"Boss Qin!"
Seeing the familiar figure ahead, Ma Yunbin and his group called out loudly.
"Hmm?" Hearing them, Qin Fan turned his head. Looking at the approaching group, he asked, "What are you guys doing here?"
"Boss Qin, we were just passing by and saw your Bentley, so we came over! Did something happen?" Ma Yunbin asked in astonishment, pointing to the two rear-ended cars.
"I ran into an acquaintance who got rear-ended, so I stopped to check on her. I didn’t expect this piece of trash to demand two hundred thousand for a minor fender bender. He even had the gall to leverage the fact she’d been drinking to blackmail her for sex, offering to forget the whole thing instead of calling the cops!" Qin Fan explained with a derisive smirk, not bothering to be discreet.
"What the hell?"
"Holy shit!"
Hearing this, Ma Yunbin and the other super-rich heirs exclaimed in unison.
Two hundred thousand? You could buy a whole new Corolla with that and still have change! And what was that about blackmailing her for sex instead of calling the cops? Fuck that! Not even we would dare to pull a stunt like that! A guy in a Corolla has that much nerve?
"Fuck you—!"
After retching repeatedly, the pale-faced young man on the ground lifted his head, about to continue his tirade. But the moment he saw Ma Yunbin and his group, he froze.
I’m not stupid. These guys with their arrogant attitudes are obviously bad news. More importantly, there are several supercars with scissor doors parked nearby. How could a mere Corolla driver like me afford to provoke people like this?
An inexplicable sense of fear and panic surged from the depths of his heart.
A woman driving a Volkswagen CC and a plainly dressed kid who doesn’t even look twenty... they can summon this kind of backup? In his shock, he suddenly recalled hearing the name "Boss Qin." Boss Qin... are they talking about this kid?
At this thought, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
I’m in deep trouble. The words screamed in his mind.
The young man swallowed the rest of his curse, but one of the rich kids with Ma Yunbin roared it for him.
"FUCK YOUR MOM!"
As the roar faded, an unruly-looking rich kid rushed forward and kicked the young man hard.
THUD!
Before the young man could steady himself from having just looked up, he was kicked again. Although the blow was nowhere near as powerful as Qin Fan’s had been, the young man was still sent tumbling in pain.
"Fuck your mom! Two hundred thousand, huh? And you want a quickie? Why don’t you take a good fucking look in the mirror? Driving a Corolla made you this cocky? You want to call the police? Go on! Call them! Let’s see if I don’t kick you to death!"
Following his words, the other rich kids swarmed forward.
At the cry of "Kick him to death!" a merciless storm of kicks rained down on the young man.
"I was wrong! I was wrong! Stop! Please, stop hitting me! Sob... I was wrong, Brothers, please stop kicking!" the young man wailed hysterically, curling up and shielding his face with his arms.
Soon, his body was covered in footprints, and an arm he raised to shield his face was fractured by the brutal kicks. The sight was truly wretched.
For these heirs, with Qin Fan, their True God, and Young Master Ma as their backers, beating up some trash in a Corolla was nothing. They wouldn’t feel a shred of fear even if they tore a fucking hole in the sky above Jiangzhou.
Chen Yunyun was so completely stunned by the brutal beating that she forgot to speak. Suddenly, as the man’s piercing screams echoed in her ears, she shuddered and instinctively cried out, "Stop kicking! You’ll kill him if you keep going!"
Chen Yunyun was right. The ferocious kicking was punctuated by a continuous series of muffled thuds against the young man’s body. Even though he shielded his face, a gash on his eyebrow burst open and bled profusely, while his nostrils gushed blood that smeared his entire face into an unrecognizable mask.
At Chen Yunyun’s shout, the rich kids stopped kicking. They turned to look at Qin Fan, who nodded with a faint smile.
Just then, Ma Yunbin strode forward with a smug grin. He grabbed the dazed and battered young man by the collar and taunted, "Two hundred thousand for a Corolla bumper? Threatening a woman for sex by leveraging a drunk driving claim? I’m genuinely fucking puzzled. Here on our turf in Jiangzhou, where the hell do you get the balls to say something like that? You wanted to call the cops, right? Go ahead. I’ll give you the chance!"
With that, Ma Yunbin threw him to the ground, picked up his fallen phone, arrogantly dialed 110, and tossed it next to his face. "The line’s connected! Report it!"
"No, no, no! Brother, I know I was wrong! I know I was wrong!" the young man cried incoherently, blood and saliva dribbling from his mouth in utter terror.
Call the police? That’s suicide! Even a simpleton like me knows that people who drive fleets of supercars don’t give a damn about the police. If I make this call, I’ll probably end up in the ICU. He was at least self-aware enough to realize that.
"Sorry, wrong number! I misdialed! My apologies, Officer, I’m so sorry!" the young man yelled frantically at the phone on the ground as he heard the dispatcher’s voice on the other end.
"So, what did you say your name was?" Qin Fan asked, shaking his head with a smile as he looked at Chen Yunyun.
"Boss Qin, my name is Chen Yunyun!" she blurted out reflexively, without a moment’s hesitation.
"Oh, right. You can go now. It’s all settled," Qin Fan said with a faint nod and a wave of his hand.
"Boss Qin, I—I—" Chen Yunyun bit her lip, hesitating at his dismissive gesture.
"What is it? Just say it. Quickly," Qin Fan urged, his brows knitting together.
"Boss Qin, I’d like to treat you all to a meal! Is that okay? As a thank you! After all, if it weren’t for you, I’d probably be at the traffic police station by now!" Taking a deep breath, Chen Yunyun puffed out her chest as if she had mustered all her courage.
With her status, she wasn’t qualified to invite Qin Fan for a meal, let alone these super-rich kids. But under the circumstances, she felt compelled to express her heartfelt gratitude. After speaking, she stared intently at Qin Fan, waiting for his response with a mixture of hope and anxiety.
A meal? What time is it?
"Hey, Miss Chen, what time do you think it is?" Qin Fan asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow. "It’s too early for lunch and too late for morning tea. What kind of meal are you treating us to?"
"Ah?"
Stumped by his question, Chen Yunyun froze in embarrassment. Indeed, what kind of meal could they have at this hour?
Nearby, Ma Yunbin eyed Chen Yunyun’s attractive face and figure, a sly smile spreading across his own. He sidled up and said cheekily, "Boss Qin, today’s the grand opening and ribbon-cutting ceremony for Jiangzhou’s first supercar club. Would you be so kind as to grace us with your presence? I didn’t dare to trouble you before, but since we’ve run into each other by chance, could you honor us by showing up and cutting the ribbon? If you make an appearance, I bet those guys will go absolutely insane. Oh, and we can bring the lovely Miss Chen along! After the ceremony, we can all go grab that meal. How about it?"