Peerless Martial Expert in the City-Chapter 277 - 280 Old Acquaintance

"Kid, it’s you again!"

Just then, a resentful voice came from the crowd.

"Oh...isn’t that...what’s-his-name?"

Immediately after, another voice, both surprised and mocking, rang out.

Xiao Yi’s gaze followed the direction of the voice, only to see two attractive, dignified-looking young men standing among the crowd. One had a look of deep resentment, as if he could breathe fire, while the other stared at him full of mockery and disdain.

These two people were old acquaintances of his. One of them was none other than Li Zijie, whom he had severely humiliated at the school gate last time, and the other was that guy called Qian Xiaofeng.

As for Li Zijie’s deep-seated hatred for him, he could understand, but Qian Xiaofeng, if he remembered correctly, had been introduced to him by Han Lu. Even though Xiao Yi had never had much of a liking for him, he had never shown it, so even though they couldn’t be considered friends, they shouldn’t have had any grievances either. Now, seeing Qian Xiaofeng’s expression left him quite puzzled.

However, he didn’t take his expression too seriously. After a brief pause, he shifted his gaze to Li Zijie and with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth, said, "It seems that last kick didn’t teach Young Master Li a lesson."

"You little brat, you...don’t get smug!!"

Upon hearing Xiao Yi’s words, Li Zijie almost exploded with anger, his eyes nearly shooting fire as he recalled the humiliating experience.

"What, Young Master Li, you know this kid?"

The arrogant young man next to Qian Xiaofeng both turned to look at Li Zijie.

"Know him? I’d recognize him even if he turned to ashes. This kid is a country bumpkin from our school who knows a little Kungfu!"

Li Zijie glared at Xiao Yi, enunciating each word, this time accompanied by a group of protectors, some of whom were legitimate bodyguards who had served in the military, unlike the last time when his entourage consisted entirely of rich students who were too delicate to take a punch. Therefore, his confidence had significantly bolstered.

"Oh, he’s just a country bumpkin? I thought he was someone important!"

The arrogant young man, upon hearing Li Zijie’s words, looked even more relaxed, his eyes filled with utter contempt and disdain as he looked at Xiao Yi, "Country bumpkin, today I’m not in the mood, so while I’m still calm, you’d better scram as far as you can!"

A relieved expression appeared on Qian Xiaofeng’s face. He had a vague understanding of Xiao Yi’s background but hadn’t been certain about the details. He had always meant to investigate, but due to other matters, hadn’t yet taken action. When he first heard Li Zijie’s words, he had wondered if Xiao Yi was hiding an identity that even the Han Family didn’t know about, perhaps someone with a vendetta against Li Zijie.

But immediately, he shook his head in self-mockery, thinking he had overthought it. With the Han family’s influence, if Xiao Yi truly had some other identity, how could it have possibly escaped the Han’s notice?

"Senior sister, let’s go."

Xiao Yi glanced indifferently at the young man, said nothing more, and began walking towards the edge of the crowd with Zhang Yuhuan in tow.

Even though he had no fondness for these privileged second-generation youngsters, with so many people around, Xiao Yi was not one to seek the spotlight or enjoy fighting. Although what the other party said was unpleasant, it hadn’t crossed his bottom line. If it was possible not to fight, then it was better not to.

"Hold it! You can go as far as you like, but this beauty can’t leave just yet!"

No sooner had Xiao Yi taken a few steps than the young man blocked his path, his gaze leering at Zhang Yuhuan—who was wearing a pale aqua dress today—and said, "Beauty, you hit my car, and we haven’t settled that score yet, how can you just walk away?"

Seeing the young man’s lecherous look, a sharp coldness flashed in Xiao Yi’s eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, turned to Zhang Yuhuan, "Senior, did you hit his car?"

"I didn’t, I didn’t hit their car at all, they’re the ones who crashed into the guardrail ahead!"

Zhang Yuhuan shook her head and looked at the young man, a hint of anger already appearing in her beautiful eyes.

"Hey, beauty, how can you say that? If it weren’t for you, would I have gotten distracted while driving and hit the guardrail ahead? Ultimately, it’s because of you that I suffered this loss, shouldn’t I seek compensation from you? Besides, my claim is very reasonable!"

The young man smiled at Zhang Yuhuan as if he was looking at a prey, "Look, I’m easy to talk to. My car’s market value is more than two million, and after being hit once, I definitely can’t drive it again—it’s as good as scrap. I’m only asking you to pay more than two hundred thousand, that’s all."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, the surrounding crowd began murmuring among themselves, each of them looking at the young man and realizing that this was an obvious extortion attempt, asking for more than two hundred thousand for just a minor bump.

Moreover, judging from Zhang Yuhuan’s dress, did she look like someone who could afford to pay more than two hundred thousand? From his gaze, it seems he had ulterior motives that were not related to compensation!

But no one dared to speak up, let alone defend Zhang Yuhuan. It was clear from the young man’s demeanor that he was no commoner; driving a car worth more than two million, he was not someone they could afford to provoke.

"Mr. Qian, are you set on doing this?"

Zhang Yuhuan looked at the man’s expression and suddenly realized she had made a foolish mistake by arguing with them for so long—it was like playing the lute to a cow.

She took a deep breath, and her gaze gradually turned colder.

"Oh, is the beauty getting angry? That’s not right, is it? The victim here—that’s me—hasn’t even lost his temper yet."

The arrogant young man was taken aback by Zhang Yuhuan’s suddenly cold demeanor, but soon his face returned to that mocking smile.

"You want two hundred thousand in compensation, right? No problem."

Xiao Yi pulled back the about-to-explode Zhang Yuhuan, stepped forward, and looked at the young man indifferently.

"Hmm?"

Upon hearing Xiao Yi’s words, everyone was taken aback, including Zhang Yuhuan. Could Xiao Yi actually produce two hundred thousand? Even Zhang Yuhuan was stunned, as she knew Xiao Yi couldn’t possibly produce that amount.

"Kid, can you actually cough up two hundred thousand?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The arrogant young man was briefly stunned, then sized up Xiao Yi and burst into laughter. After his laughter subsided, he looked at Xiao Yi with utter contempt, "If you can produce two hundred thousand, I’ll eat it right here!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)