Chapter Six: Strike When It Is Time to Strike

A crowd of dozens had already gathered nearby, but not a single person dared to step forward to mediate.

I went to the ATM and withdrew thirty thousand yuan, then returned to the scene. Qin Ruhua was still on the phone, her voice urgent and tinged with tears.

The second-generation rich heir had finished his cigarette and glanced sideways at the thick wad of cash in my hand.

I took out twenty thousand yuan and handed it over calmly. “Take this and repaint it.”

“Damn, twenty thousand yuan without even blinking? Could he be a low-key rich heir?” the crowd nearby whispered in surprise as they examined me.

The rich heir’s expression darkened, and he refused to take the money.

Qin Ruhua looked over, eyes wide, stammering, “You... you...”

Seeing that the driver’s window wasn’t fully rolled up, I tossed the twenty thousand into the car, then turned back to Qin Ruhua with a smile. “You should trust your brother. The person he entrusted is absolutely trustworthy.”

Qin Ruhua stared blankly at me, then suddenly blushed, lowered her head shyly, paused, and whispered, “Consider the money a loan from me. I’ll pay you back later.”

“I got scratched too, so it’s my responsibility,” I said with a smile. “Let’s go. I’ll give you a ride home.”

Without glancing again at the rich heir, I went straight to help Qin Ruhua onto her electric scooter.

“Did I tell you to leave?” came the cold, arrogant voice behind me.

“Oh?” I looked back coldly at the rich heir. “The money’s paid. What else do you want?”

He still leaned against the car, arms crossed, face sour but maintaining his proud demeanor. Looking down at me with disdain, he commanded, “I didn’t say you could leave. Stay right here!”

I mounted the scooter and rode up close to him, resting my hands on the handlebar, locking eyes with a brilliant smile. “Waiting for your people, huh? The money’s given. Why call them? Trying to start a fight? If you’re so tough, why not handle it yourself?”

“Chu Fan, stop it!” Qin Ruhua tugged at my sleeve, then spoke to the rich heir, “We’ve paid you. We’ll leave now.”

The rich heir suddenly straightened, glaring fiercely at me. “Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?”

“I’m just an experienced driver,” I grinned, then turned to Qin Ruhua. “Beauty, get on. My driving skills are pretty good.”

Qin Ruhua glanced nervously at the rich heir and hesitated to get on.

“Damn it! No matter who you are, you’re not leaving today!” The rich heir lost his temper and kicked fiercely at the scooter’s front.

I had already seen his move. I lifted the scooter’s front and spun it around on the spot.

Angrily overextending himself, the rich heir’s foot missed and he lost balance, falling hard on his backside.

“Hahaha!”

The crowd burst into loud laughter.

“Damn you! I’ll kill you!” The rich heir stood up, face red and darkened with fury, his expression twisted in rage.

The laughter nearby quickly quieted, replaced by worry and fear.

“Chu Fan,” Qin Ruhua said pale-faced, leaning closer to me.

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