"Officer, did you make a mistake? How can a broken-down scooter require such a hefty compensation?" Ma Wendong's hands trembled as he held the report.
The officer glanced at the report and calmly replied, "No mistake. This motorcycle is a high-end model. Even a single part has to be custom-made by the manufacturer, and when one component is damaged, you can't just fix that part—you have to replace a significant section of the bike. That's the cost."
Ma Wendong glared at Huang Quan, gritting his teeth as he spat out, "This is your doing, isn't it?"
Huang Quan smiled innocently at Ma Wendong without saying a word, then turned to the officer, "Officer, everything seems in order. Let's proceed with the signatures."
"No way, I'm not signing anything!" Ma Wendong snapped, blocking Huang Quan from picking up the pen.
He finally realized that he had been outmaneuvered by Huang Quan. If he signed the report without involving insurance, he'd have to pay a fortune out of pocket.
"You, call your Captain Li down here now!" Ma Wendong was desperate, needing someone to back him up, or else he would end up as the fool.
The officer, already unimpressed with Ma Wendong, simply ignored his demand and turned to Huang Quan. "Young man, sign here," he said, brushing Ma Wendong's hand aside and pointing to the signature line.
Huang Quan nodded, just about to sign when Ma Wendong's voice interrupted again.
"Do you know who Ma Jingtong is? He's the boss of Longcheng Automobile Trade Company! That's my second brother!" Ma Wendong's voice was filled with arrogance. "He controls all the imported cars in Longcheng. Your traffic police department relies on his company for your yearly vehicle imports. Offend me, and you might find your path suddenly blocked!"
The officer hesitated for a moment, his face showing a trace of unease. Then, forcing a smile, he said, "Ah, so you're Ma Jingtong's brother. Why didn't you say so earlier? Wait here, I'll go get Captain Li for you."
With that, the officer took the pen from Huang Quan's hand and headed upstairs.
At the stairwell, a junior officer stopped him, asking, "Brother Liu, are you really going to fetch Captain Li? You didn’t exactly leave a good impression on that guy downstairs."
Officer Liu, the one handling Huang Quan’s case, looked conflicted. "It's hard to say. That young man, despite his modest appearance, is riding a motorcycle worth millions. Anyone who can afford such a bike isn't someone you want to mess with lightly."
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"I'd better consult with Captain Li first," Officer Liu decided as he continued toward the office on the second floor.
Meanwhile, Ma Wendong, having boasted about his connections, knew the traffic police would likely inform his brother. But his biggest concern was his brother’s reaction. He slipped into a corner and dialed the number of his brother’s secretary, Liu Bo.
"Secretary Liu, it's me. I'm at the traffic police station..." Ma Wendong recounted the incident, though conveniently omitting his own arrogance and focusing solely on Huang Quan's faults.
Then, playing the victim, he pleaded, "Secretary Liu, could you please put in a word with the traffic police? Just don’t let my brother find out. I swear, this will be the last time I ask you to clean up my mess."
After hanging up, Ma Wendong’s face quickly reverted to its usual smug expression. Meanwhile, Officer Liu had reached Captain Li's office. He explained the situation, though he skewed the story to place the blame squarely on Ma Wendong, making it clear he was in a difficult position.
Captain Li didn’t want to get involved. He had passed the case off to avoid dealing with it himself. But now, Ma Wendong was pushing the issue and even mentioned his powerful brother.
Yet, when Captain Li checked the motorcycle’s registration, he saw that it was connected to the Tang family—a major player in Longcheng, possibly even more influential than the Ma family.
This kid has ties to the Tang family? Captain Li’s heart skipped a beat. Both sides were powerful; he couldn't afford to offend either. What to do?
After some thought, he decided to call the Tang family.
"Hello, Mr. Tang? This is Captain Li from the traffic police. I just wanted to ask if you know a young man named Huang Quan?"
Captain Li’s tone was overly polite, almost groveling. On the other end of the line, Mr. Tang, recalling how Huang Quan had saved his son Tang Ming, immediately responded, "Huang Quan? He's our family's savior! Why? Is someone causing trouble for him? If so, they're crossing the Tang family!"
Captain Li nearly dropped the phone in shock, quickly assuring, "Of course not! As long as he's in my jurisdiction, there's no way Huang Quan would be treated unfairly."
Hanging up, Captain Li breathed a sigh of relief. This Huang Quan was clearly no ordinary person.
Seeing Officer Liu waiting, Captain Li ordered, "Handle this by the book. Whoever's at fault takes responsibility. Get them both to sign the paperwork, quickly!"
Officer Liu scrambled out of the office.
Back in the hall, Ma Wendong was still lounging, legs crossed, sneering at Huang Quan. "Kid, you’ve messed with the wrong guy. You’ll be begging for mercy before this is over!"
Huang Quan simply shook his head. With a family member like Ma Wendong, it was only a matter of time before the Ma family faced disaster.
Despite his bravado, Ma Wendong felt a chill under Huang Quan's cold gaze, like being sliced by a thousand invisible knives. But his fear only made him act tougher.
"Keep staring, and the first thing I’ll do after this is pluck out your eyes!" Ma Wendong shouted, his voice louder to mask his trembling fear.
Huang Quan chuckled inwardly. How terrified must someone be to ramble like this?
At that moment, Officer Liu returned, carrying a fresh set of documents. Ma Wendong's sinister grin widened. It seemed Secretary Liu had indeed pulled some strings to have the responsibilities reassigned.
He was already gloating, "Kid, prepare to cry!"
But as he lifted the pen and was about to sign, Ma Wendong froze in disbelief at the document in front of him.