I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2196 - 1403: Today Is a Good Day~

Fifth Ring Road.

A large chain supermarket.

Although the sign was still lit, approaching nine o’clock in the evening, they had stopped serving customers and were preparing for closing tasks.

Underground garage.

Two cars, one chasing the other, made a sharp turn into the second basement level.

More spacious.

And even quieter.

"Screech—"

Finally.

The fuel car that had nowhere to escape stopped in a remote dead-end corner.

Coincidentally.

Beside it.

There was another car parked horizontally there, with a dented fender and bumper impact marks.

Tsk...

Caught two at once, double the trouble.

The red new energy car that had chased them for dozens of kilometers didn’t choose to retaliate. After all, even if the other party hit and ran, it wasn’t a valid reason to crash into them deliberately, not to mention the safety risk, and facing the traffic police later, being in the right could suddenly become wrong.

And the people in the two cars were also sly. Seeing the red new energy car behind slow down and gradually stop, they coincidentally opened the car doors.

No joke.

Safety first.

If the other side didn’t stop and just crashed into them, staying in the car would definitely be safer.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sound of car doors closing continued one after another.

Oh.

There are quite a number of them.

One, two, three...

Ten people got out all together, all burly men, both fuel cars were fully loaded.

No wonder they couldn’t shake off an electric car, it seems it wasn’t just because of the crowded city roads.

What is the wisest thing to do at this moment?

Surely to immediately reverse and do a quick drift to leave, after all, the other side had strength in numbers, and every one of them looked menacing, while she was alone.

For any other woman, even Sister Luck, would surely endure a small loss for the greater good, run away at the first sign of trouble, and leave the issue of car damage to be settled by the traffic police and insurance company.

But Hu Die didn’t do that. Not only did she refrain from restarting the car, seeing a bunch of men staring at her like wolves from outside the windshield, she did the unimaginable and turned off the engine.

A stubborn one indeed.

But being a woman, it’s understandable; let alone not turning back without hitting a wall, some don’t concede until they break through the wall.

Recognizing the current situation as vital to survival?

Don’t talk nonsense.

It simply doesn’t exist!

When a woman becomes fierce, no man can fake toughness against her.

Haven’t you seen a woman who, when withdrawing money from an ATM, was unfortunately encountered by a robber? If it were a man, nine out of ten would cower and hastily hand over the money, but that woman didn’t. She didn’t succumb to the criminal but bravely shouted: "If you dare, kill me."

As for the result.

Why is she referred to as a victim?

Because this woman got what she asked for, after shouting "if you dare, kill me," she was indeed shot in the head by the criminal.

A true hero won’t suffer immediate losses, but that’s for men; what does it concern women?

Especially when not in a good mood.

Hu Die’s emotional state clearly hasn’t been normal lately, and she had already tolerated it when she was first hit.

In the presence of ten malicious gazes, the driver’s door of the new energy car opened.

Hu Die, alone, stepped out, her look fresh from the gym—sport outfit and sharkskin leggings, quite captivating.

"Beauty, chasing us this far at night, what are you up to?"

The speaker rubbed his chin, sizing Hu Die up and down, an evil smirk on his lips.

"The night is long, beauty, are you feeling lonely alone, not wanting to go home, huh, haha..."

Indecent laughter echoed loudly.

The ten men showed no shame for hit-and-run, brazenly teasing Hu Die.

"Beauty, if you do feel lonely, we brothers can satisfy you, rest assured, no charge!"

"Finished talking?"

Hu Die’s face was calm, undisturbed.

"Hmph."

Someone sneered, immediately changed expression, the evil smile vanished, replaced by a gloomy look.

"If you know what’s good for you, come with us."

"That’s why I’m here."

"..."

Hu Die’s response took them by surprise.

Indeed.

She followed all the way here, didn’t she?

"Little lady, don’t think you can fight; if you don’t want to suffer, get into the car obediently and come with us."

Having successfully lured her in, there’s no need to hide anymore; tonight’s accidents were not accidental, both collisions were undoubtedly deliberate.

The ten strong men shed pretense, their expressions fierce, an aura of murderous intent.

The carefully chosen basement level two was indeed an ideal spot, benefiting from the right time, place, and people.

"Anyone else, call them out."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Hu Die’s tone made the ten men fall silent in unison.

Knowing the target’s skills, those sent to perform the task were surely handpicked, not like the brainless villains in movies. They weren’t long-winded, as two went to the rear of the two fuel cars, opened the trunks, and took out entrenching tools, baseball bats, anti-slip chains...

Genius!

Truly professional, damn it!

Everyone knows how strict Kyoto’s control measures are, with limitless emphasis on public safety, but these things in the trunk—

Even if found, they’re legal and compliant, right?

Professional black forces differ from petty thugs; it’s not just about violence, crucially it’s about the brain.

Facing the weapons they took out from the trunk, Hu Die didn’t laugh, nor was she frightened, though it was unknown if she regretted her impulsiveness.

"Will you get in the car yourself, or should we invite you in?"

Issuing a final ultimatum.

As for the shame of many against few, don’t make jokes, they’re black forces, not saints.