At that moment, the BMW guy had no choice but to step forward. He glanced at the miserable-looking security guard on the ground and dangled his car keys with a disdainful look.
"Hey, see this, kid? Recognize it? A BMW key fob! I might not be able to afford this Lamborghini Sesto Elemento, but I can damn well afford to put a scratch on it! Now, get lost. And learn your lesson. Not everyone is someone you can afford to mess with!"
Looking at the security guard, whose face was scraped bloody from the concrete, the BMW guy waved his hand impatiently after finishing his lecture. 'First, I had to see the woman I'm pursuing hanging out with a scrap collector, and now some lowly security guard is pissing me off. I definitely need to blow off some steam later!'
But just as he finished speaking, a cold voice sounded from the side.
"Dumbass. And here I was, wondering what kind of luxury car it was. What's there to be so damn arrogant about driving a piece-of-shit BMW? Anyone who didn't know better would think this Lamborghini was yours!"
Following the voice, Fang Chenyi—with a woven bag slung over one shoulder and a beautiful woman's hand in his other—strolled over with a swagger that acknowledged no one. He walked up to the security guard, let go of Bai Menghan's hand, and immediately pulled the guard up from the ground.
"How're you doing, brother? You okay?"
When the security guard saw it was the big shot, and that the big shot had personally pulled him up and even asked if he was okay, he was so moved he nearly burst into tears. 'Sigh, now this is a truly wealthy person! Unlike those who act all high and mighty with a little bit of money, this is what you call low-key and classy!'
With that thought, he quickly wiped the blood from his face and, with a sheepish grin, shook his head and said he was fine.
The commotion was quite loud, and Fang Chenyi, who had been about to head to the back of the hotel, heard the argument. Seeing that it had something to do with his car, he had pulled Bai Menghan over to check it out.
When they arrived, he happened to overhear the BMW guy's arrogant words.
"Fuck! I wasn't even looking for you, but here you are. 'Piece-of-shit BMW'? You fucking scrap collector, you could collect scrap for a lifetime and still not afford one of my BMW's hubcaps! You poor bastard! Piss off and go cool down somewhere else."
The BMW guy didn't give Fang Chenyi a second glance. After firing back a retort, he stepped forward and blocked Bai Menghan's path, questioning her loudly.
"Bai Menghan, I'm asking you, who is this scrap collector to you?"
After all, a mere scrap collector wasn't even worth his notice. Especially seeing him getting along with the security guard, he had mentally placed them both on the same low level.
Hearing this, Fang Chenyi was taken aback—not by the insult directed at him, of course, but by what followed.
He glanced uncertainly at the arrogant man, then at Bai Menghan. 'Do these two know each other?' he wondered.
Seeing the man's expression, which looked like he'd just caught his wife cheating, Fang Chenyi would have thought they had a history if the System hadn't indicated she was "brand new."
"Darling, don't misunderstand. He's just an annoying fly."
Seeing Fang Chenyi frown, Bai Menghan quickly explained while hugging his arm.
Fang Chenyi nodded. Hearing Bai Menghan's words, he understood. This guy was definitely trying to pursue her. 'But this jackass should take a good look in the mirror. He's not even half as handsome as me. Where does he get the nerve to go after Bai Menghan?'
'But judging by the guy's arrogance and the insults he just threw at me, it looks like there's going to be a fight today.' Of course, Fang Chenyi wasn't afraid of a fight, but he didn't want his woven bag and trash picker to get lost in the chaos. Thinking of this, he reached into his pocket for his car key. It would be safer to lock the bag and picker in the car first.
"Bai Menghan! You're going to explain yourself today! Who exactly is the... uh... fly."
Hearing Bai Menghan call him a fly, the BMW guy flew into a rage. He bellowed and pointed at Fang Chenyi, starting to shout. But halfway through his sentence, a BEEP BEEP sounded, and the headlights of the Lamborghini Sesto Elemento beside him flashed twice.
Seeing this, the BMW guy instinctively took a few steps back, his eyes scanning the area. He hadn't seen Fang Chenyi take out a key, so he assumed they were crowded around the car and the owner, seeing them from a distance, was displeased.
But in the next moment, he saw the scrap collector walk toward the Lamborghini, carrying his woven bag and trash picker. The BMW guy froze for a second, then a thought quickly raced through his mind. Was this kid planning to scratch the car and frame him for it?
'That would be incredibly stupid, though. This parking lot has surveillance cameras. If he did that, he probably couldn't afford the damages even if he sold himself.'
At this thought, the BMW guy's anger suddenly vanished. 'I didn't expect this scrap collector to be brain-damaged too.' He stopped talking, folded his arms, and prepared to watch the scrap collector's "performance." Of course, he didn't forget to take another small step back.
"Boss! Let me get the door for you."
Seeing the Lamborghini's headlights flash, the security guard ignored the blood still dripping down his face and jogged over, wanting to open the car door for the big shot.
But this scene just made the BMW guy stare in bewilderment. 'What's going on? I don't see anyone else coming. Who is this security guard opening the door for? Don't tell me that fall knocked him stupid!'
Meanwhile, Fang Chenyi saw this and waved his hand. He walked up, opened the Lamborghini's door himself, and said to the security guard:
"No need, brother. I can't leave yet, this business isn't finished. Heh, I'm just worried my woven bag will get lost if a fight breaks out, so I'm putting it in the car first."
Hearing this, the security guard was speechless. 'What kind of thoughts do these big shots have? Uh... worried about his woven bag getting... lost... To put it bluntly, if you threw that thing on the street, no one would even bother picking it up...'
Of course, he could only have these thoughts to himself. After all, how could a mere security guard possibly understand the world of a big shot?
As he spoke, he tossed the woven bag he was carrying onto the driver's seat of the car, then shut the door again with a SLAM. Only then did he raise the key in his hand.
BEEP BEEP.
Another two beeps, and the Lamborghini's doors locked again.
The BMW guy over there saw this entire scene with perfect clarity, especially the final motion of the scrap collector locking the car. He saw it all crystal clear.
At this very moment, the BMW guy's jaw dropped, his face a mask of someone who had just seen a ghost. He was breaking down on the inside. 'Holy fucking shit! This goddamn hypercar actually belongs to this scrap collector!!'
[To be continued...]
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