The busy intersection was crowded with a throng of people.
The young woman's husband, his face flushed, was stirring up trouble over there. The crowd was voicing their opinions, seemingly swayed by the one-sided story told by the couple.
Fu Weiheng walked unhurriedly into the crowd, stood by the Cayenne's hood, glanced at the deformed car front from the collision, furrowed his brow, and looked down at the couple with an abrupt, stern voice: "Do you want to call the police or follow me to the hospital for a check-up?"
The young woman's husband was a scruffy-faced, scrawny middle-aged man, wearing a tank top, shorts, and flip-flops, with a truly detestable, smarmy grin.
In contrast, Fu Weiheng already gave off a naturally gloomy and aloof vibe. As he stood next to the man, his sharp, clear eyes fixated intently on him, instantly exuding an intimidating aura.
