Riding his electric scooter, Chen Xuan had barely left the university gate when he found the intersection ahead blocked.
"What's going on?" Chen Xuan parked his scooter in frustration and pushed his way through the crowd to get a better look.
A red Lamborghini was parked in the middle of the road. A burly man sat on the ground in front of the car, clutching his knee and cursing, his expression one of extreme agony. The owner of the luxury car was a beautiful woman in her early twenties. She had a graceful figure and was wearing a form-fitting light blue skirt that showcased a pair of long, fair, and shapely legs. Following her curves upward, one could see a breathtaking face—eyebrows like distant hills and eyes like clear water—a beauty so stunning that one couldn't bear to look away.
"Isn't that Qin Feixue, the campus beauty of Tianhai University?" Although he had only seen photos on the school website, Chen Xuan recognized her instantly. Seeing her in person, she was even more beautiful than in the pictures. She truly lived up to her reputation as the campus flower.
Piecing together the situation from the murmurs of the crowd, Chen Xuan gathered that Qin Feixue had likely hit the burly man with her car. However, having obtained the inheritance of the Evil Doctor, he could tell at a glance that the man wasn't injured at all. It was a classic case of insurance fraud!
Yet, the man looked menacing, and many people recognized him as a well-known local thug nicknamed Brother Qiao. Because of his reputation, even though the onlookers knew he was faking, no one dared to step forward to help Qin Feixue.
At this moment, Brother Qiao feigned pain while shouting, his yellow teeth visible as he spat with every word, "I don't care! You crippled me, so you have to pay me at least a million in medical expenses!" Seeing her supercar, Brother Qiao knew she was wealthy, so he made an outrageous demand that made the crowd gasp. A million—that was daylight robbery!
Qin Feixue frowned slightly and said with forced patience, "Sir, I am certain I did not hit you. If you continue this, I will call the police."
"What? You dare to do it but won't own up to it? You hit someone and want to deny it? There are so many people watching here; even if you call the police, you’ll just be asking for trouble and end up paying even more!" Brother Qiao spoke with absolute confidence. He had checked this intersection earlier; there were no security cameras, making it the perfect spot for his scheme. Plus, hitting a rich girl like this meant a huge payday. Glancing at her attractive face and body, Brother Qiao couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
"I believe many people saw what happened. Is there anyone here willing to stand as a witness for me? I really didn't hit him," Qin Feixue said, turning to the crowd, not wanting to entangle herself further with the thug.
Many young men in the crowd were moved to protect the beauty, but most were intimidated by Brother Qiao's fierce glares. One or two who weren't easily cowed took a step forward, only to be punched in the stomach and left doubled over in pain, unable to make a sound.
*So that’s it…* Chen Xuan’s perception had become razor-sharp; he immediately identified at least five people in the crowd as accomplices. This was a full-blown racketeering ring. No wonder Brother Qiao was so bold.
"I'll testify!" Just as Qin Feixue was about to lose hope, a young man stepped forward. He had a disheveled look and a skull tattoo on the back of his hand. He walked up to Qin Feixue with a smirk and said, "I saw it quite clearly—you did hit this man. I suggest you stop being so stubborn!"
"You're lying!" Even with her refined upbringing, Qin Feixue turned red with anger. The thug, seeing her beautiful face flush with rage, leered and said, "You asked for a witness, and now that I'm here, you don't believe me? Why are you being so difficult, little beauty?"
Qin Feixue was furious. It was clear these two scoundrels were working together to extort her, yet they were turning the tables on her. It was completely shameless.
Seeing that the moment was ripe, Brother Qiao let out another exaggerated groan. "Ouch! If I don't get treated now, my leg is going to be ruined! We have a witness now—are you going to pay the million or not?"
"Using your Lamborghini as collateral would work too, heh!" the tattooed thug said, looking greedily at the supercar behind her. Selling that would be enough to last him a lifetime.
"This is extortion! Don't dream that I'll agree to it!" Qin Feixue’s expression turned cold. She decided not to waste any more words and reached for her phone to call the police.
The thug was quick; he snatched the phone from her hand and sneered, "Police? Keep dreaming. Little beauty, I advise you to settle this privately, or else… heh heh!"
"If you won't pay and won't put up the car, are you thinking of paying with your body?" Brother Qiao lay on the ground with a lecherous grin, finally revealing his true colors. Giving a wink to his accomplice, the thug reached out to grab Qin Feixue’s arm.
"Stop!"
Chen Xuan could no longer stand by. Filled with rage, he lunged forward, moving so quickly that Brother Qiao’s men didn't even have time to intercept him.
"Who are you, kid?" Brother Qiao glared at Chen Xuan. He just wanted to finish with the girl and didn't expect anyone to interfere. The thug who had reached for Qin Feixue was startled, then turned his surprise into fury. "Are you tired of living? How dare you butt into Brother Qiao’s business!"
Seeing the menacing pair and the surrounding accomplices, Chen Xuan felt no fear; he was actually eager to test the strength granted to him by the Evil Doctor’s inheritance. Qin Feixue, who had been pale with fear, looked at Chen Xuan like a drowning person clutching a straw, her eyes filled with gratitude.
"Who am I?" Chen Xuan gave a cold laugh. "I’m her boyfriend. Do you think I have the right to intervene?"
"This..." Brother Qiao and his men were stunned. Chen Xuan hadn't thought much when he rushed over, but the question prompted an impulsive answer that caught the thugs off guard. Qin Feixue’s face flushed slightly; the excuse was helpful, but she worried about the implications if it got out—she was, after all, the campus beauty of Tianhai University.
The tattooed thug was the first to snap out of it. He laughed contemptuously, "You? Looking like a beggar? You expect us to believe you're this beauty’s boyfriend? Ha! Who would buy that?"
The accomplices joined in with jeers.
"So he's just bluffing. If you're smart, get lost!" Brother Qiao recovered and roared in anger.
"Wait, he… he is indeed my boyfriend," Qin Feixue said, feeling awkward, another flush of crimson crossing her face. She didn't want her savior to be scared off.
"What?" Even the onlookers were shocked. They couldn't believe that a wealthy girl with a luxury supercar would be dating such a down-and-out looking student.
Brother Qiao was consumed by jealousy, forgetting even to pretend to be in pain. He couldn't fathom how such a loser could have such a stunning woman. His eyes reddened with rage. "I don't care if you're a couple! You broke my leg, and you have to pay!"
As Brother Qiao spoke, his men closed in, their expressions malicious.
"And what if I said your leg isn't broken at all, and you don't even have a scratch on you?" Chen Xuan looked Brother Qiao straight in the eyes, making the thug feel a flicker of guilt. Chen Xuan’s words hit the nail on the head—everyone knew Brother Qiao was faking, but they had been too afraid of his gang to speak up.
"Are you blind? My knee is shattered, can't you see all this blood?" Brother Qiao acted indignant, continuing his performance.
Chen Xuan smiled silently. Lightning-fast, he used a technique from the Evil Doctor’s secret manual to strike a point on Brother Qiao’s knee. The movement was so quick that no one saw it. The impact caused Brother Qiao’s body to involuntarily spring up from the ground. He stood bolt upright, straighter than a soldier at attention. Even Brother Qiao was left dumbfounded. What was happening?
The thugs and the crowd stared in disbelief. Qin Feixue was equally stunned. What had Chen Xuan done?
"Huh? I thought your leg was broken. Why are you standing so perfectly at attention?" Chen Xuan’s taunting remark snapped everyone out of their stupor.
"Hahahaha!" Seeing Brother Qiao’s ridiculous posture, the crowd burst into laughter. The atmosphere suddenly lightened.
"You…!" Brother Qiao finally realized what had happened. He started to curse, then suddenly remembered he was supposed to be injured. He quickly clutched his "wounded" leg and began to wail again, his performance as dramatic as ever. But this time, no one believed him.
As Brother Qiao shook and groaned, two packages fell out of his pocket. Sharp-eyed onlookers immediately shouted, "Hey, isn't that tomato ketchup?"
"It is! They sell that at the burger place nearby!"
"So the blood on his leg was just ketchup!"
The crowd understood now, and their laughter grew even louder. Brother Qiao, his face turning a deep shade of liver-red from embarrassment and fury, gritted his teeth and roared, "You brat, you've ruined everything! I’m going to kill you! Boys, get him!"
He charged toward Chen Xuan with his hulking frame, and his men swarmed forward as well. Qin Feixue hadn't expected Brother Qiao to drop the act so quickly and resort to violence in broad daylight. The sudden shift was so swift that she didn't even have time to call the police, and her beautiful face drained of all color in terror.