10: Chapter 10: First Move, Slapping the Gold Digger in the Face

"Crack!"

The sound of bones shattering echoed in the dead-end alley.

Before the yellow-haired thug's scream could escape his throat, Chen Fan had already seized his wrist and twisted it with the momentum.

The switchblade fell to the ground, and the yellow-haired thug's entire arm was bent at an unnatural angle.

Another thug raised a steel pipe and swung it down. Chen Fan didn't even turn his head; he sidestepped and threw a punch.

His fist slammed into the thug's ribs.

The thug flew like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a pile of trash, vomiting blood on the spot, unable to even cry out for mercy.

Chen Fan brushed the dust off his hands, picked up the switchblade, and bent it effortlessly. The steel blade curled into a circle in his hand like a noodle.

"Go back and tell the person watching me that if there is a next time, it won't just be a hand that gets broken."

Chen Fan walked out of the alley and hailed a car.

"zero, head to the largest mall in Jiangcheng. Also, help me order a Mercedes-Benz G-Class; I want it in stock, and the color must be black."

"Received. I have contacted Huihuang Trading for you. The car will be delivered to the mall entrance in ten minutes."

An hour later.

Chen Fan walked out of the mall, having thrown his delivery uniform into the trash can.

He had changed into a dark gray haute couture suit, with handmade custom leather shoes on his feet. On his wrist, the patek philippe worth a million reflected a dazzling metallic luster in the sunlight.

A brand-new black Mercedes-Benz G-Class was parked on the roadside, its engine emitting a low roar, like a beast waiting for its master.

Chen Fan sat in the driver's seat and gripped the steering wheel.

"Go to Jiangcheng University."

Meanwhile, at the gate of Jiangcheng University, Su Muyang stood under the shade of a tree, his face flushed red.

In front of him stood a girl dressed in skimpy clothing, carrying a designer bag.

"Qin Ya, please, lend me three thousand yuan." Su Muyang lowered his head, his voice very soft. "I will definitely pay you back next month."

The girl called Qin Ya was wearing a faded school uniform, her hands nervously clutching the straps of her backpack, looking distressed. "Muyang, I only have two thousand yuan in my card total, and that's my living expenses for next semester..."

"Yo, Su Muyang, you really have the nerve, huh?"

A shrill female voice came over. Qian Li walked over in high heels and hooked her arm through Su Muyang's, but her words were sharp as knives. "Borrowing money from a poor student to buy me a phone? You're really something."

Su Muyang hurriedly explained, "Lili, I promised you that I'll definitely let you use the P70 tomorrow."

"Use what? I'm embarrassed!" Qian Li threw his hand away and pointed at his nose, cursing. "You can't even afford a phone, yet you say you love me? Look at Young Master Wang; the bag he casually gave me cost tens of thousands. What about you? Besides that pathetic self-esteem of yours, what do you have?"

Su Muyang froze in place, his fists clenched tight.

The surrounding students stopped and pointed at him. The sounds of mockery pricked him like needles.

"Su Muyang, if you can't give me the life I want, don't squat in the latrine without doing anything." Qian Li became increasingly excessive. "Let's break up. I feel sick looking at your poor, pathetic appearance."

Just then.

A violent roar of an engine approached from afar.

An imposing black Mercedes-Benz G-Class pulled up sideways on the roadside, tires screeching against the ground.

The car window slowly rolled down. Chen Fan, wearing sunglasses, rested his hand on the window, and that patek philippe flashed before Qian Li's eyes.

"Get in."

The two simple words carried an irresistible authority.

Su Muyang was stunned. He looked at the man in the car, dressed in a suit and exuding a noble aura, and couldn't react for a long time.

Was this the down-and-out delivery man from yesterday?

Qian Li's eyes were fixed on the G-Class, then she looked at Chen Fan's attire. The meanness on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a nearly sycophantic smile.

"Hello, Uncle! I'm Muyang's girlfriend. My name is Qian Li."

Qian Li leaned forward, deliberately lowering her neckline, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Uncle, are you here to pick up Muyang to go home? We were just joking around earlier."

Chen Fan didn't even glance at her, staring only at Su Muyang.

"Aren't you embarrassed enough? For this kind of trash, you'd go and make things difficult for a classmate who can't even feed themselves?"

Su Muyang's face turned pale; he gritted his teeth, walked over, opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat.

Seeing this, Qian Li also wanted to squeeze in. "Uncle, take me too, I also want to..."

Chen Fan sneered, pulled a thick envelope from his pocket, and tossed it toward Qin Ya outside the window.

"Classmate, thank you for wanting to help my son earlier. Take this money; consider it my thanks to you on his behalf."

The envelope fell to the ground, opening slightly to reveal bright red banknotes; judging by the thickness, there was at least twenty thousand.

Qin Ya was startled and waved her hands repeatedly.

Chen Fan turned his head and looked coldly at Qian Li.

"As for you?"

He pressed a button, and the window rolled up rapidly.

"You are not worthy."

The engine roared again, and the G-Class, like a black lightning bolt, sped off, leaving a cloud of exhaust fumes right in front of Qian Li.

Qian Li stood on the spot, choking on the exhaust fumes and coughing repeatedly. Watching the luxury car drive away, she was completely dumbfounded.

Inside the car.

Su Muyang stared fixedly at the dashboard, his voice trembling. "Where did you get this car? What exactly are you trying to do?"

Chen Fan steered the wheel with one hand, his tone terrifyingly calm.

"I want you to know that the things you pursue are not even as good as trash in my eyes."

He pulled a black card from his pocket and tossed it into Su Muyang's lap.

"There are five million here; take it and spend it. In the future, don't let my face be thrown on the ground and trampled over a few thousand yuan ever again."