Jia Youqian was extremely derisive towards Qin Heng and didn't take him seriously at all.

After all, in his view, a boy wearing washed-out jeans and a cheap t-shirt was certainly from an ordinary working-class family, not even worthy of comparison with him.

The gap was too large; it was like comparing clouds in the sky to stones in a muddy ditch!

However, Qin Heng remained calm and said indifferently, "I'll give you one more chance. Kneel, kowtow to apologize to me, and give yourself a hundred slaps. Then I might still spare you. Otherwise, you'll regret it."

"Hahaha!!" Jia Youqian burst out laughing, looked at Qin Heng arrogantly, and said, "I'll regret it? Me? Regret it?? Just because of you, this poor piece of trash?

Little runt! Let me tell you, even if you wanted to fight me to the death, you wouldn't get the chance. I have plenty of bodyguards; they could crush you with one hand!

In my eyes, you're trash! Get away from Ran Ran right now, or this Young Master will make you pay dearly!!"

Jia Youqian's voice and his Bentley attracted quite a crowd of onlookers.

Initially, people didn't really understand what had happened.

But after seeing the pure and beautiful Song Ningran, everyone understood the situation.

It looked like another tragedy was about to unfold.

"Tsk tsk, this poor kid is doomed. Anyone who can drive a Bentley worth over two million is definitely a rich kid; his girlfriend is bound to run off."

"A Bentley! A luxury car! And the clothes this guy is wearing are all international brands. The whole outfit must cost two or three hundred thousand. So impressive!"

People envied Jia Youqian to no end. He was so wealthy, completely beyond the reach of the average person.

Of course, more people mocked Qin Heng.

"If I were that girl, I would've kicked her boyfriend to the curb long ago. Just look at those washed-out jeans and those worn-out sneakers. He's obviously a broke loser!"

"My God, there are still guys who dress like this nowadays? Jeans and sneakers—such poor fashion sense. It's a total waste of a not-too-bad-looking face!"

Similar comments rose one after another.

After hearing them, Jia Youqian became even more smug. The corners of his mouth rose slightly as he looked at Qin Heng and sneered, "Kid, you heard them. You see what others think of you?

Someone like you standing next to Ran Ran is like a pile of dog shit next to a beautiful flower. Aren't you embarrassed? Aren't you afraid of embarrassing Ran Ran? You trash, hurry up and... ARGH... GURGLE!!"

Qin Heng simply reached out, grabbed Jia Youqian by the throat, and with a slight lift, hoisted his entire body into the air, feet dangling, cutting off his words.

"You! What do you think you're doing!?" Jia Youqian stared at Qin Heng in utter horror, his face filled with disbelief, his voice hoarse. "You fucking bastard, you actually dare to lay a hand on me!!"

"Wow! Am I seeing this right? Isn't that Jia Youqian, the son of the CEO of Fengting Group?"

"What? Fengting Group!? The hotel group that recently went public in Hong Kong with a market capitalization of one billion?"

"Holy shit! A wealthy heir! This poor-looking guy actually dared to compete with Jia Youqian for a woman, and he even got physical! He's courting death!"

The surrounding crowd recognized Jia Youqian's identity.

To ordinary people, assets of one billion were an astronomical sum!

In their eyes, Jia Youqian was definitely from an incredibly wealthy family!

Qin Heng didn't care much about his clothes and dressed ordinarily, so they considered him a poor student!

The difference in their statuses was like heaven and earth!

He was utterly courting death!!

"Now you know who I am, right?" Jia Youqian looked at Qin Heng with disdain and sneered, "Go on, hit me again. I dare you! You little runt, believe it or not, if you hit me one more time, I'll make you disappear from this world!"

"I don't care who you are," Qin Heng snorted coldly. "Even if you were the President of America, if I want to hit you, I'll hit you. Stop wasting your breath!"

CRASH!

A loud crash echoed as Qin Heng casually flung Jia Youqian onto the hood of the Bentley!

The terrifying force caved in the hood!

Both sides buckled upwards, completely misshapen!

"AHH!"

Jia Youqian screamed miserably, spitting out blood, his face contorted in agony. He stared daggers at Qin Heng and roared, "You're courting death! Courting death!!"

The onlookers were stunned, staring at Qin Heng in disbelief.

"Fuck! Is this guy Superman or something? Lifting a person with one hand is one thing, but he smashed and deformed the hood of a Bentley just by throwing him onto it!!"

"What did I just see? That's terrifying! His strength is inhuman! Honey, come quick and see the God of Strength!!"

Qin Heng, still holding Jia Youqian by the neck with one hand, said indifferently, "I told you, you'd regret it."

"AHHH! You're the one who'll regret it!!" Jia Youqian shrieked, his voice a furious roar. "With my status, I can crush you like an ant! So what if a broke bastard like you can fight? Just you wait, I'll definitely kill you!"

"So eager to die? Then let me send you on a trip to the gates of hell first!" Qin Heng snorted coldly. With a flick of his hand, BANG! He threw Jia Youqian to the ground, leaving him so dizzy and disoriented he couldn't even stand.

VROOM! VROOM!

The sound of a car engine suddenly roared to life. Jia Youqian instinctively looked up, only to see Qin Heng actually sitting in the driver's seat of his Bentley, which was parked by the roadside.

He shifted into reverse, backing up more than fifty meters! Then, he shifted gears and accelerated!

VROOOOM!

The roar of the engine thundered!!

Everyone around turned deathly pale, staring at the Bentley in sheer horror.

More precisely, they were staring at Qin Heng inside the car!

Holy shit!

What was this guy planning to do!?

Song Ningran's face changed color too. Could it be that Qin Heng was really going to...

"No, no, no!! Don't!! Are you insane!?" Jia Youqian screamed in utter terror. He, too, understood what Qin Heng intended to do and strained with all his might to move his body!

But Qin Heng had struck too hard earlier. Jia Youqian's right arm was broken, his left arm dislocated, and both legs throbbed with excruciating pain. He was completely unable to move, only able to wriggle helplessly on the ground as if paralyzed.

He was too slow! With all his effort, he could only move a few centimeters!

VROOOOM!!

The roar of the accelerating engine grew louder. The Bentley, which had reversed fifty meters, was now speeding towards him and would hit him at any moment!

But at this distance, the impact probably wouldn't kill me! Perhaps... he intends to run me over directly! To crush me to death!!!

"No, no, no! You can't do this!! I was wrong! Please, I beg you, spare me!!" Jia Youqian shrieked in utmost terror, trembling uncontrollably, a wet patch spreading beneath him.

He had actually pissed himself!!

The wealthy young master, whose family fortune was worth one billion, had just pissed himself in fear!!

VROOM!!

The Bentley rapidly loomed larger in Jia Youqian's vision, about to hit him at any second!

"AHHH!! I don't want to die! Please, I beg you, spare me!!" Jia Youqian vividly imagined himself being crushed under the wheels, blood splattering, limbs flying.

SCREECH!!

The sound of tires screeching against the pavement suddenly erupted as the brakes were slammed. The Bentley came to a halt just one centimeter from Jia Youqian.

Jia Youqian felt his entire body go taut, then all strength drained from him as if his soul had left his body. He trembled uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down his face as he sobbed.

THUD!

Qin Heng stepped out of the car, looking down at the limp form of Jia Youqian on the ground. He said dispassionately, "Young Master Jia, how did you enjoy your trip to the gates of hell?"

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