Huang Quan rubbed his backside as he got up from the ground. He had been driving slowly, so how did he still manage to crash? It felt like the car had flown out of nowhere, he muttered to himself.

“Well, well! Who do we have here? A mangy dog, it seems!” The voice was familiar. Huang Quan looked up, and sure enough, it was his old nemesis, Ma Wendong.

“I thought so! Even though I was driving slowly, I still ended up hitting someone. Turns out it was a cripple who shouldn’t be driving in the first place!” Huang Quan retorted, his temper flaring up again at the sight of Ma Wendong.

“Shouldn’t you be at home resting that broken hand of yours? If you can’t drive, then stay off the road!” Huang Quan shot back, unwilling to back down.

Ma Wendong, who already despised Huang Quan, couldn’t swallow his pride. After being humiliated the last time, and now being mocked again, there was no way he was going to let this slide.

“Hmph! A dog that runs wild! Take a look at this—I’m driving a Benz. Can you even afford to pay for the damage?”

“Oh, wait, I forgot—you make a whole three or four thousand a month! Let me do the math. If you save every penny for a year, you might be able to cover the cost of a paint job.”

“But, if you get on your knees and apologize, maybe even bark like a dog, I might consider giving you a discount.”

Huang Quan sneered. He knew his motorcycle was worth ten times more than Ma Wendong’s Benz. The collision wasn’t even his fault—if Ma Wendong hadn’t been speeding, there wouldn’t have been an accident at all.

But Ma Wendong didn’t care about the details. As far as he was concerned, if Huang Quan was involved, then it was all Huang Quan’s fault.

Seeing that Huang Quan was silent, Ma Wendong assumed he was worried about the money and continued to mock him. “You should’ve known better than to act tough without the means to back it up. But since I’m so magnanimous, I’ll let you off with a small payment. This car repair will cost a hundred grand at the very least. Write me an IOU and you can pay it off in installments.”

“Or better yet, let’s involve the insurance company, since I doubt you can afford it.”

Just as Ma Wendong finished speaking, Huang Quan calmly responded, “Let’s go through insurance then. My bike’s worth ten times what your car is.”

“What?” Ma Wendong couldn’t believe his ears. He chuckled, pointing at Huang Quan as he laughed. “Are you delusional? You expect me to pay for that little toy of yours?”

“Ha! The accident is entirely your fault. Don’t you know the rules of the road? When merging from a side street, you have to yield!”

Huang Quan sighed, “You were speeding.”

That simple statement only infuriated Ma Wendong further. “What the hell do you know about speeding, you pauper? Have you ever driven a car? Do you even know what the speed limit is?”

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“Just hand over the money, or we’re going to the traffic police!”

Huang Quan said nothing more, simply staring at Ma Wendong with a cold, unyielding gaze. There was a terrifying chill in his eyes that made Ma Wendong’s heart skip a beat. He was reminded of that night and felt a cold sweat down his back.

But he wasn’t about to back down so easily. He needed to avenge his earlier humiliation. His mind quickly hatched a plan, and a sinister smile curled his lips as he pulled out his phone.

“Traffic police? I need to speak to Captain Li. There’s been a traffic accident, and I’d like him to handle it personally.”

“Yes, I’ll come to your station.”

After hanging up, Ma Wendong smirked at Huang Quan, “Let’s go. Push your little toy to the police station and we’ll settle this there.”

Huang Quan’s expression remained calm as he followed along without a word, seemingly unbothered by Ma Wendong’s attempt to pull strings.

At the traffic police station, Ma Wendong sat with his legs crossed, bouncing them nervously, while Huang Quan sat quietly, smiling at the officer across from them. The officer looked through the incident report, clearly exasperated. A simple traffic accident, yet here they were, wasting the police’s time as if they had nothing better to do.

“So, tell me, why couldn’t you two settle this on your own?”

Ma Wendong jumped in eagerly, “I was driving perfectly fine when this guy, on his little electric scooter, suddenly rammed into me.”

“Officer, I was driving straight when he came out of nowhere. I couldn’t even react in time. I’ve always hated these street racers—they’re reckless and rude.”

“I’m driving a Benz. It’s not about the money; I just want to teach these people a lesson. Otherwise, they’ll think the law is a joke!”

Ma Wendong went on and on, not giving anyone else a chance to speak.

When he finally finished, the officer sighed and said, “Pull up the footage from the scene.”

The three of them gathered around the computer, and the officer furrowed his brow as he watched. “Sir, this doesn’t match your story at all.”

“Look here, the motorcycle was already on the main road. And your speed—well, it’s clearly over the limit.”

Ma Wendong swallowed nervously, his eyes darting around. “Why don’t you call Captain Li?”

Huang Quan smirked, knowing Ma Wendong was trying to call in favors to cover his tracks.

The officer, however, was having none of it. “Captain Li is busy, and he’s entrusted this case to me.”

“Sir, both parties are at fault here, but you bear the greater responsibility.”

Realizing he had backed himself into a corner, Ma Wendong tried to bluster his way through. “Hey, officer, are you even paying attention? His little scooter just turned onto the main road. At the very least, it should be a 50-50 split.”

The officer, unamused, responded, “If you’re not interested in mediation, we’ll just issue a formal decision.”

He glanced at Huang Quan, who remained calm and composed, smiling as he said, “I’m fine with whatever the officer decides. It’s just a minor accident—there was no need to escalate it to the police.”

“All I wanted was for this gentleman to file an insurance claim, but he insisted on involving the authorities, so…”

“A minor accident? As if you could afford to pay for my Benz!” Ma Wendong cut him off, unwilling to let a “poor wretch” like Huang Quan look down on him.

The officer seized the opportunity. “So you agree to pay for the damages, then?”

Ma Wendong sneered, “I could buy ten of his scooters, but my car still needs to be repaired, and he has to pay for that.”

Huang Quan, tired of the back-and-forth, nodded and said to the officer, “Fine, let’s do that. I agree to pay for the repairs. Please go ahead with the assessment.”

The officer, impressed by Huang Quan’s reasonable attitude, smiled and said, “Very well, young man. I’ll have the damage assessed for you.”

Huang Quan nodded, and shortly after, the report was completed.

The officer handed the compensation amounts to each party, and Huang Quan, after glancing at his, smiled at Ma Wendong. “Feel free to get your car repaired. Just bring me the receipt, and I’ll reimburse you.”

Ma Wendong gritted his teeth, muttering under his breath, “Reimburse me? I’ll make sure you cry when you see the bill.”

But as he glanced down at his own report, he nearly choked on his own spit.