Super Zoo

Dong and ten security guards, along with a small giant-like Su Meng, charged into the crowd, immediately changing the atmosphere. The twelve sturdy men formed a wall, shielding Suming and the two women behind them, separating them from the five men opposite.

The three young guys who were initially full of bluster immediately shrank back, standing behind the bald man, eyeing this side warily.

The bald middle-aged man squinted his eyes, pulled out his phone, and quickly dialed a number, speaking rapidly into the receiver. The fat woman pointed at Suming, "Fuck, you think you're tough just because you called a few people? Just wait, we won't run, we'll kill you!"

"Boss, what should we do?" Dong asked in a low voice.

"Protect the two of them," Suming nodded to Dong, then stepped in front of a row of security guards and said to the bald man who had ended his call, "This situation can't be explained clearly anymore. I suggest we call the police to handle it, the dog, the cars, the two cellphones, and the slap your people gave my friend, the torn clothes—all should be dealt with by the police according to the law."

"I don't want money today. You think you have the advantage because you have more people, right? Not kneeling, is that it? Wait till my people arrive, none of you will get away!" The bald man, clearly experienced in such matters, wasn't intimidated by the dozen men.

"Once we're at the police station, what can you do to us?" Suming asked calmly in response.

"What can I do? You're young and don't know shit. Do you really think the police will speak for you? Let me tell you, the police and the courts are my friends. Once you're in the station, your lives are in our hands!" the bald man boasted arrogantly.

"Alright, alright," Suming suddenly burst into laughter, "Since that's the case, we dare not go to the police station. So, let's settle every item of our accounts right here."

Without waiting for a reply, Suming pointed at the dog in the fat woman's arms, "You said this dog was hurt in the accident; where is it injured?"

No sooner had his words fallen than the Chihuahua that had been lying in the fat woman's arms suddenly perked up, struggled out of her embrace with effort, jumped to the ground, barked twice, and then took off running.

"Hey, baby..." the fat woman called out after it, but the Chihuahua didn't listen to her at all. In the blink of an eye, it slipped through a gap in the crowd and disappeared from view.

The people around burst into laughter—the little dog was so lively and agile that it couldn't be caught, showing no sign of injury whatsoever.

"Since it's not injured, your account is settled. Now it's time to settle ours."

Suming still had a smile on his face, but his voice gradually grew colder, "That Volvo is yours, right? Dong, take your men and smash the car for me. Make sure to leave it in the same condition as the Beetle was left in—we don't want to be at an unfair advantage! Phones, cars, and assault, let's deal with all three at once, just reenact the scene once."

"You wouldn't dare!" The fat woman's expression changed. The two Volvos, worth over 700,000 each, weren't actually their cars, but borrowed from a well-connected person. Although the person wouldn't make them pay for damages, it would be a huge loss of face for them.

The security guards didn't care what the fat woman said. Since they weren't allowed to bring stun guns, each had tucked a piece of rubber-wrapped truncheon in their sleeves. With a flick of their wrists, a row of guards surrounded the Volvo, batons in hand. Continue your adventure with My Virtual Library Empire

Dong looked back at Suming, waiting for his signal.

By this point, the bald man realized that this young man must have more than just 'some money' at home. Without significant power, he wouldn't dare go this far.

"Think carefully, if you dare smash the car, you'll never be able to get by in Yangchuan City again! I guarantee your whole family will have a car accident the moment you step outside!" The bald man stared at Suming, his eyes ominous and venomous, as he enunciated each word.

He could afford to compensate for a Volvo, but not the loss of face. If his car were smashed by a young man in public and he didn't retaliate, he would lose all his standing, and many business partners would think he was no longer able to protect them. Then, business rivals with grudges would take the opportunity to step on him.

Suming looked at Dong, indicating for him to hold off, then turned back to the bald man, "One last time, do we call the police to handle this?"

The bald man's facial muscles twitched a few times. Calling the police now would mean backing down and losing face. But if they fought, their people hadn't arrived yet, and no matter how powerful his backing, he was only backed by four men at the moment. In a real fight, they wouldn't stand a chance against the dozen or so robust men on the other side, and he would have to suffer immediate losses.

The crowd surrounding the scene saw a sudden reversal of the situation, and people began to jeer along. Those who had taken out their phones to call the police also stopped what they were doing, waiting to watch the excitement unfold.

"Oh, playing it weak now!"

"Smash his car, bullying a woman is no freaking skill!"

"Smash it!"

"Young man, go ahead and smash. When the cops get here, we'll testify for you—it was them who bullied people first!"

A sense of justice is like a young girl who's afraid of ghosts; it never appears alone in the dark but only stands up when there's a crowd. Most ordinary people inherently detest the bullying attitudes of the bald man and the fat woman, especially when on one side, there were two pitifully pretty young girls, and on the other, a fat woman with a face full of flesh and several old hoodlums. As Suming gained the upper hand, more and more people began to encourage him.

Now the bald man was caught in a difficult position as well; agreeing to call the police was no different from admitting defeat. He pulled the fat woman back and stared intently at Suming's face for a while, as if trying to imprint it in his memory, then whispered to the fat woman, "Let them smash it, wait for our people to arrive."

After saying that, he addressed Suming, "Kid, if you have the guts, then smash it. If you don't smash it today, you're a son of a bitch!"

With words that left no room for easing the tension, Dong didn't wait for Suming's command to act.

"Hold on a second." Suming waved his hand to signal Dong to wait, pointed at the bald man and the fat woman, and asked Nangong Yan, "Who hit your colleague just now?"

Shen Ying was stunned; she had thought that Suming stepping in to save them would be the end of it. She hadn't expected that this person, who was actually two years younger than her, had such a violent side, completely different from how he had seemed during their previous encounters.

The crucial point was, it wasn't Nangong Yan who was hit, but her. The question Suming asked was clearly aimed at seeking vengeance for her.

However, she was actually wrong about this. Shen Ying and Nangong had gone out together, and it was Shen Ying who had been hit. The score Suming was settling was on behalf of Nangong.

"Mr. Su… let it go, I'm alright," Shen Ying bit her lip but before she could finish, Nangong tugged at her and said to Suming, "It was that fat woman. She almost slapped me too."

Nangong was a quintessential police officer's daughter—she never bullied anyone and had never been bullied like this before. This time, her anger was boiling over.

Suming understood her character, and she equally understood Suming's intentions; if Suming were bullied, Nangong would never let it go. Not to mention smashing the offender's car in the street, she might even go as far as to steal her father's gun and end the couple in a fit of rage.

In for a penny, in for a pound, Nangong gestured to Suming, "Give me your phone, I need to make some calls."

Suming handed the phone to Nangong, and with a snap of the fingers at Dong, said, "Go ahead, whatever happened just now, do it again just like that."

Dong nodded, and the security guards charged forward like wolves, with the group of young men opposite thinking of resisting. Seeing the batons in the guards' hands, they clearly hesitated for a moment.

That moment of hesitation was all it took for the four efficient security guards to pin the bald man's and the fat woman's hands behind their backs and bring them in front of Dong.

With a crisp slap, Dong expressionlessly struck the fat woman across the face.

"Fuck your mother, you dare to hit me? I'll kill your whole family!" The fat woman's eyes saw stars, and she nearly lost her teeth from the blow.