C15 Compensation in Full

Pei Qiuyu's face drained of color as she hastily bowed and stammered an apology, "I'm so sorry, I truly didn't see it!"

"Sorries don't fix anything, what's the point of the police then?"

The young man with the permed hair gestured angrily at the rear bumper, "Take a look, it's completely smashed in. This is a limited edition Porsche 911. Even a scratch means I have to fly in the original paint!

"It's going to cost hundreds of thousands, you get that? That's enough to buy a whole fleet of your junky Mercedes!"

Pei Qiuyu, her complexion ghostly pale, suggested with a shaky voice, "How about we go through insurance? I'll call them right now."

"I don't have all day to spare like you Americans!"

The impatient young man retorted, "I'm a business manager for a multinational. A few minutes' delay could cost me deals worth millions! How will you compensate me for that?"

"Wow, such a big shot business, huh?"

Just then, another voice chimed in.

The young man turned to the newcomer, sneering, "And you are?"

Lin Xuan replied coolly, "She's my wife. Speak your piece."

"Keep talking trash, and I'll silence you my way."

The young man burst into laughter, "I've never had anyone dare to talk to me like that!"

At that moment, two more tough-looking youths stepped out of the Porsche, each brandishing a baseball bat.

"What was that? I didn't catch your words clearly!" one of them challenged Lin Xuan with a cocky tilt of his head.

Pei Qiuyu, terrified, clutched Lin Xuan's arm, "Lin Xuan, these guys seem dangerous, let's not stir up trouble."

Lin Xuan just smiled faintly, his gaze steady and calm.

Emboldened by his friends' arrival, the hotheaded young man grew even more aggressive, jabbing a finger at Pei Qiuyu, "Here are your options."

"First, cough up a million yuan now for my car."

"Or second, let your clueless fool of a husband kneel and apologize to me right this moment."

"After that, you can bunk with me and the boys for a few nights, and then we’ll talk about dealing with the insurance."

With a sharp smack, Lin Xuan stepped forward and slapped the young man so hard he spun in place.

Clutching his face, the young man felt his head spinning.

Lin Xuan pointed at him and warned, "I've already told you, if you can't keep your mouth clean, I'll shut it for you my way!"

Seeing their companion struck, the two men behind the young man erupted in curses and charged at Lin Xuan.

"Lin Xuan, watch out!" Pei Qiuyu cried out, alarmed.

Lin Xuan dominated with sheer speed and power, knocking one to the ground with a kick and sending the other sprawling with a punch.

The two men lay on the ground, faces bruised and swollen, wailing in pain.

"You!!" The young man with the styled hair, hand on his face, stared at Lin Xuan in terror.

The crowd of onlookers was stunned.

Several attractive girls even pulled out their phones to snap a few pictures of Lin Xuan.

"How is this possible?"

Pei Qiuyu covered her mouth, watching Lin Xuan with astonishment.

Lin Xuan was a formidable fighter, taking on three men single-handedly, even as they wielded a baseball bat. Yet they hadn't laid a finger on him, while he left them grounded and groaning.

Just then, Pei Qiuyu's phone rang with a call from the company.

"Honey, if you've got to go, then go. I've got this under control," Lin Xuan reassured Pei Qiuyu.

"But you..."

"I'm okay. I'll wait here for the insurance company. These lowlifes can't touch me."

With that, Lin Xuan flagged down a taxi and ushered Pei Qiuyu inside.

"Darling, please be careful," Pei Qiuyu said, still concerned. "There's a shipment at the company that needs my immediate signature. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Don't worry about me. Go on," Lin Xuan said, nodding with a reassuring smile.

"I'll be back soon." Pei Qiuyu sat in the taxi, her gaze lingering on Lin Xuan.

Throughout it all, Lin Xuan's smile never wavered, offering her the comfort she needed.

Lin Xuan approached the young man with the permed hair and inquired, "You're asking for a million, aren't you?"

The young man, eyes wide with fear, looked at Lin Xuan. "It's not enough. Between the beating you gave me and my friend, the medical bills will add up to..."

"Just name your price," Lin Xuan said with ease.

"At the very least... 15... 18 million!" the young man blurted out ambitiously.

Lin Xuan nodded in acknowledgment. "Alright, as long as there's a figure in mind."

Wincing in pain, the young man grimaced, "No empty boasts, I want it in cash."

Lin Xuan placed a finger to his lips and let out a sharp whistle.

In no time, a fleet of Bentleys, Lamborghinis, Ferraris, and other high-end cars converged from every direction.

Each one was a heavyweight compared to the young man's million-dollar Porsche.

Simultaneously, the people Lin Xuan had dispatched to the hotel swarmed in from all sides.

Onlookers were completely taken aback.

"Good heavens!"

"Who do these folks belong to? They're incredibly bold!"

The crowd, witnessing the arrival, scattered in fear, eager to get out of the way.

Before long, the already crowded space was packed with over three hundred individuals.

They blocked the thoroughfare completely, leaving no room to spare.

- Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! -

Numerous menacing thugs in suits stepped out of the luxury cars, each exuding a powerful presence that commanded attention.

The permed-haired young man was utterly astonished!

The two individuals on the ground were too terrified to even utter a sound!

Muttering to himself, the young man with the perm said, "Who is this guy... He's absolutely frightening!"

A sunglass-clad thug in a suit approached the young man and delivered a slap that left him seeing stars.

"Are you blind?!"

The young man was so petrified he could barely get his words out.

"I... I'm with Young Master Yu. You wouldn't dare lay a hand on me—Young Master Yu won't stand for it..."

In his terror, he inadvertently spilled the beans about Young Master Yu.

"Smack!"

Came another resounding slap.

The thug pointed at him and declared, "Send for him. I'll have him polish my shoes with his tongue!"

Realizing that Young Master Yu meant nothing to these people, the young man was too frightened to speak another word.

Lin Xuan addressed them, "Who has cash with them? Hand over 18 million."

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

No sooner had Lin Xuan's words left his mouth than several large leather suitcases hit the floor with a thud.

The young man swallowed hard, his throat making an audible "gulp."

Lin Xuan gestured towards the suitcases and instructed the young man, "Count it. Is it all there?"

Scrambling over, the young man flung open the suitcase to find it brimming with crisp red hundred-dollar bills. He was so astounded his jaw nearly hit the floor.

"Keep the money," Lin Xuan said coolly. "The car is now mine."

"Smash it!"

At Lin Xuan's behest, the suit-clad goons swarmed in, wielding hammers and baseball bats, and laid into the Porsche with a vengeance.

Those on the outside were clueless to the chaos unfolding within.

All they could hear was the relentless pounding as the car was being battered.

Amid their alarm, they couldn't help but wonder why the police hadn't shown up to restore order.

Little did they know, among those suited henchmen were undercover agents, planted by the higher-ups to covertly safeguard Lin Xuan.

The young man was dumbstruck. Before long, the Porsche was reduced to a heap of scrap metal.

With a raise of his hand, Lin Xuan signaled everyone to halt.

As the young man clutched the suitcase, ready to make his exit, Lin Xuan called out, "Hold it right there."

"What... What do you want?" the young man stammered, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

Lin Xuan offered a slight smile. "Haven't we got an account to settle?"