"That kid must be mentally ill, right?" "It seems like mentally ill people really get away with murder!" Hearing the lawyer, the shameless couple grew tense, afraid Su Xuan would send the child after them again. "They’re here!" Suddenly, the woman’s eyes lit up as she saw two vans speeding toward them. After the vehicles screeched to a halt, over a dozen burly men in black tank tops got out, swaggering aggressively. "Nephew! We’re over here!" the shameless couple shouted excitedly. No longer afraid, they pushed open the doors and scrambled out of their Porsche Panamera. "Nephew!" the woman shrieked, walking up to the leader in the black tank top and pointing at Su Xuan’s group. "Not only did they hit our car and refuse to pay, but they also had a kid slash your uncle-in-law’s neck with a knife! They even called a bunch of suits to scare us!" The couple truly wasn’t afraid anymore. This nephew of theirs was no small fry; he ran with a major gang boss who had clout in both the underworld and legitimate society. He was ruthless and unchallenged. "If it’s really like you say," the leader in the black tank top said, frowning as he glanced toward Su Xuan, "then they’ll have to bleed a little today." The other men in tank tops also glared over fiercely. The lawyers fell silent. When a scholar meets a soldier, reasoning is temporarily useless. Su Zimo and the others were also troubled. How had their opponents managed to summon a bunch of thugs? However, in the next second, an unbelievable scene unfolded. The leader in the black tank top suddenly widened his eyes! "Bro... Brother Su! Why is it you?" The man’s mouth twitched violently. He then walked up to Su Xuan respectfully and offered him a cigarette. The shameless couple was dumbfounded. What the hell is going on? Weren’t you supposed to be backing me up? Why are you offering him a cigarette? Can’t you tell friend from foe? Su Zimo and the others were also stunned. How did Su Xuan silence them without saying a single word? "You know me?" Su Xuan didn’t take the cigarette. He was puzzled, too. He didn’t seem to recognize this man in the black tank top. "I know you, of course!" the man said quickly, introducing himself. "I’m Api! I’m a subordinate of Brother Heizi, who works for Boss Cen Haonan at Jenny Bar! You’re a big shot, so naturally, you wouldn’t remember me. But I would never dare to forget you, Brother Su!" He then turned and glared at his men. "What are you waiting for? Greet Brother Su!" The men in black tank tops greeted in unison. The scene made Su Xuan look like some kind of triad boss, leaving the shameless couple even more dumbfounded. "Oh, now I remember you." Su Xuan took a good look at the leader’s face, and it clicked. When he went to Jenny Bar to meet Su Zimo, he had parked his Koenigsegg outside. The bar’s owner, Cen Haonan, had been worried it would get scratched and assigned a few men to guard it. It seemed this Api was one of them. As for the Heizi that Api mentioned, that must have been the man who escorted him home in an Audi that night. And this Api... was the underling of Cen Haonan’s underling. Su Xuan couldn’t help but smile. Interesting. Truly interesting. At the same time, he was impressed by Cen Haonan’s influence. Even the underling of his underling was this imposing. "By the way, Brother Su, I have to thank you for the red envelope that night!" Api added with a fawning smile. "You’re welcome," Su Xuan said. He knew exactly what Api was talking about. A few nights ago, a group of tattooed youths had harassed Su Zimo and Ye Qianqian on Houhai Street. After Su Xuan rescued them, he called Cen Haonan to drive the thugs away. For that service, he had sent Cen Haonan a red envelope containing one hundred thousand yuan. Apparently, Api had participated in that operation and received a cut for his efforts. "So, about what happened today..." Api began, rubbing his hands together sheepishly. "How about we just let it go?" "Let it go?" Guo Yuxiang stepped forward, seeing that Su Xuan had the situation under control. He pointed at the shameless couple. "How could we possibly let it go? They crossed a solid line, hit Brother Su’s car, cursed at him, and then called you guys to threaten us. You think we can just let that slide?" "Is that what happened?" Api shot a cold look at his aunt and uncle. "I... I don’t really remember," the uncle said, his face a mask of misery. Why have I been completely suppressed by Su Xuan from the very beginning?! First, a kid with a knife scares me until I piss myself! Then a bunch of lawyers threaten me with prison! Now my own gangster nephew is clearly siding with Su Xuan! I feel so wronged! I want to cry! Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚~𝙣𝙚𝙩 "Apologize to Brother Su, now!" Api’s face darkened as he spoke to his aunt and uncle. He knew them well. They were short-sighted, classless snobs who thought driving a smuggled Porsche made them better than everyone else. They looked down on everybody and always called him to clean up their messes. He was sick of them. Yes, their Porsche was indeed a smuggled vehicle, and he was the one who had helped them buy it. "Nephew!" the uncle said, pulling Api’s arm and leading him aside. "You can’t side with an outsider! Look, our car is damaged, don’t you feel bad? Besides, is that kid really that powerful? You look terrified of him." "He’s a good friend of my big brother’s boss! Even my boss’s boss treats him with immense respect and has done several favors for him! Not to mention he owns a supercar worth a hundred million yuan. His net worth is unfathomable! Compared to him, I’m nothing! How do you expect me to stand up for you? Do you want me to lose my livelihood?" Api’s words made his uncle’s legs tremble. He had really messed up this time, offending someone he absolutely shouldn’t have. If he had known, he would have just given in from the start. "Let me tell you one more thing," Api whispered. "If my boss’s boss finds out I’m involved in smuggling cars, I can kiss my hands goodbye. You might never see me again. He stopped touching high-risk, low-reward business a long time ago. You know what to do next, right, Uncle?" "I... I do!" The man with the severely receding hairline took a deep breath, walked over to Su Xuan, and bowed his previously arrogant head. "I’m sorry, I was wrong. Please forgive me! I’ll be sure to obey the law and be an honest person from now on!" "An apology isn’t enough," Guo Yuxiang said triumphantly. "You scraped Brother Su’s brand-new car. It’s time to pay up!" "Uh..." The man glanced back at his nephew, Api, who gave a slight nod. The man then asked Guo Yuxiang, "How much compensation?" Guo Yuxiang’s lips curled into a smirk. "It’s a Charman King. Cost forty million to get it on the road. There are only nine in the world. The bodywork and paint have to be done at the original factory. Considering all the trouble, let’s just call it four million." A forty-million-yuan car! The man gasped, almost losing control of his bladder again. Api was also stunned. Su Xuan is on another level! He just casually drives a forty-million-yuan car? Does he buy cars as easily as a kid buys toys? He also felt a sliver of relief. Thankfully, my uncle only hit this muscle SUV. If he’d hit the more delicate Koenigsegg, they’d probably have to declare bankruptcy to pay for it! The man asked Guo Yuxiang in a trembling voice, "But your car... it doesn’t look that damaged! Can’t we... pay a little less?" Just then, Su Xuan’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID with a strange expression before answering. "Brother Cen, what made you call? What? You can see me? Where are you?" Hearing this, Api’s legs instantly went weak.