30: Chen Cong was angry and embarrassed

Southwestern Province, Mountain City.

Heaven on Earth KTV, Imperial Suite.

“Bang!”

A bottle of Ace of Spades champagne, valued at tens of thousands, was violently smashed against the LCD screen on the wall.

Alcohol splattered, and glass shards mixed with golden liquid flowed across the floor.

“Damn it!”

“What the hell! Are you treating me like a fool?!”

Chen Cong kicked over the pure gold fruit platter in front of him, his chest heaving violently, his eyes bloodshot.

He had invested five million.

A full five million!

All for that damn crowdfunding for the Kunlun Cultivation Academy!

And the result?

The list was announced, and he didn't even get close to the edge!

His money was gone, his reputation ruined, and now the entire circle was laughing at him.

“Damn Li Heng! Don't let me catch you! Otherwise, I'll scatter your ashes!”

The suite door was carefully pushed open, and the KTV manager bowed, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

“Young Master Chen, please calm down. What's wrong? Is our service not up to par…”

Chen Cong suddenly turned around, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the manager.

“Do you even deserve to ask me?!”

He raised his hand, pointing at the manager's nose, spit flying.

“I'm in a bad mood today! Very bad! Do you understand?!”

The manager's cold sweat instantly poured down, his legs trembling.

“Understood, understood…”

“Understood my ass!”

Chen Cong interrupted him irritably and yelled at the two bodyguards in black suits standing at the door.

“A-Long! A-Hu!”

“Beat him up for me!”

“Smash his ugly face for me! Let him know what the hell ‘rules’ mean!”

“Young Master Chen! No! Please, Young Master Chen!”

The manager's pleas were soon drowned out by the dull thud of bones breaking and agonizing screams.

Chen Cong grabbed the half-empty bottle of whiskey from the table, took a large gulp, and then, reeking of alcohol, staggered out of the suite.

He wanted to drive out and clear his head.

Whoever dared to stop him, he would run them over… “Boom—”

On the deserted streets late at night, a red Ferrari roared like an out-of-control beast.

Cold rain tapped against the car window.

Chen Cong gripped the steering wheel, alcohol numbing his nerves, leaving only endless anger and humiliation burning in his chest.

Just as he was about to speed through an intersection.

A faint light flickered from the side.

A small electric scooter delivering takeout.

Chen Cong's lips curled into a cruel arc; instead of slowing down, he pressed the accelerator even harder.

“Screech—Bang!”

The sharp sound of brakes mixed with a dull thud of impact.

The small electric scooter was sent flying seven or eight meters, its delivery box shattered into pieces, and soup and water spilled all over the ground.

A young man in a blue delivery uniform fell heavily to the ground and didn't get up for a long time.

The Ferrari's door opened.

Chen Cong got out of the car, shook his head, and cursed at the young man on the ground.

“Are you looking for death?!”

“Don't you have eyes? Do you know how much it costs to repaint this car? Even if I sold you, you couldn't afford it!”

Shen Lin propped himself up, slowly sitting up.

His knees and elbows burned, but he couldn't bother with that.

He looked at the mess of food on the ground, his heart sinking to the bottom.

This order was overdue.

A bad review, a deduction, this week's performance bonus was completely gone.

He looked up at the rich second-generation heir, reeking of alcohol and arrogant, without arguing or showing anger.

He simply silently pulled out his old phone.

“Hello, is this 110? This is Jiefang West Road; there's been a traffic accident. The other party is drunk driving.”

Chen Cong was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage.

“Damn it! You dare to call the police?!”

He rushed forward to snatch the phone but was dodged by Shen Lin with a sidestep.

“You wait! You just wait for me!”

...City Public Security Bureau.

Under the glaring fluorescent lights, the atmosphere was oppressive.

“Name.”

“Chen Cong.”

“Drunk driving, hitting someone. What else do you have to say?” The young police officer in charge of questioning was expressionless.

Chen Cong sat with his legs crossed, a look of disdain on his face.

“Say what? My lawyer will tell you what needs to be said.”

He glanced at Shen Lin, who was sitting opposite him, also giving a statement, and spoke viciously.

“Kid, I remember you.”

“I advise you to kneel and apologize to me now, then get lost, or I promise you'll be out of a job tomorrow and out of Mountain City the day after!”

Shen Lin didn't even lift an eyelid; he simply calmly stated to the police.

“His car was very fast at the time, and he deliberately hit me.”

“You're full of crap!” Chen Cong suddenly stood up, pointing at Shen Lin's nose, “Say that to me again!”

“Sit down!” The young police officer slammed the table and sternly shouted.

Chen Cong reluctantly sat back down, still cursing under his breath.

He turned to the police officer, adopting a threatening tone.

“I advise you to be polite to me.”

“My father is Chen Jianguo, the chairman of Tianhong Group. You, a lowly officer, know your place and don't make trouble for yourself.”

The police officer looked at him coldly, saying nothing more.

Not long after, a middle-aged man in an expensive suit, carrying a briefcase, rushed over.

After some negotiation and procedures, Chen Cong was released on bail.

He walked to the door, turned around, and made a throat-slitting gesture at Shen Lin.

“You're dead.”

...It was already three in the morning when Shen Lin returned to his rented room, which was less than ten square meters.

He took off his soaked delivery uniform, looked at the scrapes on his face and arms in the mirror, turned on the faucet, and rinsed them with cold water.

His phone vibrated.

He picked it up and saw the words “Little Sister” pop up on the screen, and a gentle expression instantly appeared on his face.

He answered the video call.

“Hey, Miaomiao, why are you still awake so late?”

On the other end of the phone was a girl with a ponytail, looking full of Spiritual Qi.

“Brother! Are you okay? I called you several times, and you didn't answer.”

“I'm fine, what could happen to your brother?” Shen Lin pointed the camera at his face, avoiding the injured areas, “My phone ran out of battery just now. How are you doing at school? Are you used to it?”

“Yes! I'm used to it! Brother, you don't even know, our school is super awesome! When I graduate, I'll bring you over to live a good life!”

Listening to his sister's excited description, Shen Lin's face showed a genuine smile.

“That's good, that's good.”

“You just focus on your studies in there, don't worry about anything else, and you don't have to worry about money; your brother can handle everything outside.”

“Brother, you also need to take care of yourself and not get too tired.”

“I know, you're nagging. Go to sleep quickly; don't you have class tomorrow?”

After hanging up the phone, the rented room returned to silence.

Shen Lin's smile slowly faded, and he sighed deeply, looking at the night view outside the window.

For his sister, no matter how difficult, he had to endure it….