"Haha, it really suits your name. Why do you speak so aggressively like a tiger?"
Looking at the cocky young man he had just kicked down, Lin Yi shook his head with a bit of helplessness. What era is this, and they're still doing these petty thug acts?
"Lin Yi! You're done for! How dare you hit my boyfriend! Didn't you see what kind of car he's driving? Today, I'll make sure you pay dearly!"
Seeing her "devastatingly handsome" boyfriend getting hit by Lin Yi, Zheng Yunyun immediately lost her cool. While helping her boyfriend up, she fiercely warned Lin Yi.
The commotion quickly caught the attention of others, and a young man dressed similarly ran over quickly.
Upon seeing this, Pang Hu, lying on the ground, immediately perked up and shouted to the young man running over:
"Da Hu! You're finally back; hurry up, this guy is fighting me! Let's get him!"
After shouting at the young man, he turned back to Lin Yi, rubbed his painfully sore chest, and sneered viciously:
"Hehe, my buddy's back, kid, let's see how cocky you are now."
By now, the young man had run up close, glanced at the fallen Pang Hu on the ground, ignored him, and walked briskly towards Lin Yi.
Seeing this, Pang Hu was thrilled and prepared to get up, thinking his buddy was about to start a fight.
Lin Yi, however, raised an eyebrow. What's going on? Could this be the "big brother" the young man was talking about?
Of course, given the current situation, Lin Yi didn't feel intimidated. He used to fight a lot, and with his physique, he wasn't worried about losing even if both opponents attacked together.
When the young man reached him, he immediately put his hand into his pocket. In an instant, Lin Yi readied himself to make a move, wondering if this guy was planning to pull out a weapon.
However, the next moment, Lin Yi held back the kick he'd almost made.
For a simple reason, he saw the young man quickly pull out a pack of Xuan He Men cigarettes from his pocket and offer it to Lin Yi, with a fawning expression on his face:
"Bro, bro, I'm really sorry, my buddy's been like this since we were kids. Please don't take it to heart. I'm here to apologize on his behalf."
While speaking, he bowed deeply to Lin Yi.
This left Lin Yi dumbfounded, not understanding what kind of act this was. Are delinquents using strategy these days?
Could he be trying to lull me into a false sense of security before making a move?
Lin Yi wasn't the only one dumbfounded; Pang Hu, who had just gotten up, almost sat back down upon witnessing this scene:
"Damn it, Da Hu, you got it wrong! Get him, that idiot! That idiot just..."
But before Pang Hu could finish his sentence, the young man called Da Hu went back and slapped Pang Hu across the face:
"Shut the hell up if you don't want to die!"
The slap left Pang Hu stunned, holding his face in shock for a while.
Not only Pang Hu and Zheng Yunyun, but even the crowd watching was bewildered. What's going on? Isn't this guy on the same side as the young man? Why is he turning on his own like that?
"Do you know me?"
Seeing Da Hu turn back, fawning again, Lin Yi couldn't resist asking.
To this, Da Hu replied respectfully:
"Ah, you forgot. I was right behind you while you were getting your car plate. I even handed you the pen when you were signing. This might be a misunderstanding, and I apologize again on behalf of my friend."
Hearing this, Lin Yi furrowed his brows and seemed to recall that the young man was indeed behind him when he was handling the paperwork.
Understanding the situation, Lin Yi couldn't help but smile. He figured out why the young man had such an attitude. Clearly, the young man thought he was driving a Range Rover.
At his age, owning a nearly four-million-dollar Range Rover meant he was certainly not an ordinary person.
With this in mind, Lin Yi took the Xuan He Men cigarettes offered by the young man and smiled, saying:
"Haha, I remember now. Since we're sort of acquaintances, there's no need for apologies. But your buddy is really cocky. It's a good thing he's only driving a crappy Mercedes C. If it were an S-Class, he'd be flying by now, wouldn't he? Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll be off. Thanks for the smokes."
With that, Lin Yi waved the pack of cigarettes, and without another glance at Zheng Yunyun or Pang Hu, he turned to walk towards the driver's seat of the Range Rover.
As Lin Yi walked away, Pang Hu recovered and was about to rush forward when Da Hu, who had just let out a sigh of relief, grabbed his collar and slapped him again:
"You damn fool, get back here! If you want to die, don't drag me down! And your Mercedes! I'll give you your Mercedes! Using my crappy car to show off to a big shot? Don't you know the total price of this shitty Benz isn't even close to a fraction of that big shot's car? I shouldn't have brought you out to embarrass myself..."
Yes, the true owner of the Mercedes C200 was this Da Hu, while Pang Hu and Zheng Yunyun were just tagging along.
Seeing Lin Yi earlier, Pang Hu and Zheng Yunyun had conspired to use Da Hu's new car to show off and slap Lin Yi, that "broke loser."
Almost provoking a big shot they couldn't afford to mess with, Da Hu felt relieved at the big shot's generosity. Now, seeing Pang Hu wanting to go up again, he was furious.
While hitting Pang Hu, he loudly scolded him.
Of course, the reason he was shouting so loudly was entirely to ensure the big shot ahead could hear, since they couldn't afford to offend him.
Lin Yi heard everything happening behind him, a slight smile played on his lips, but he didn't slow down his pace.
Perhaps this is what it truly means to be formidable; when you're formidable enough, you don't need to fight your own battles.
Beep beep…
The sound of the car door unlocking caught everyone's attention, all eyes turned to Lin Yi.
Seeing Lin Yi casually open the door of a four-million-dollar Range Rover and get in, everyone finally understood why Da Hu reacted the way he did.
Who would have thought that this young man, who looked only seventeen or eighteen, was actually a super-rich second-generation heir!
Looking at the nearly four-million-dollar top-tier Range Rover, then back at the Mercedes C behind, damn…
[To be continued...]