Chapter 121: Super Soldier King, You Think You're Tough?

“Damn…” Chen Yufeng, upon seeing the way this man drove, could tell without a doubt that he was arrogant.

This bicycle was unusually sturdy, far from an ordinary bike.

It was so solid that when the owner of the BMW sports car got out, he was met with an unbelievable sight.

He discovered that the fog lights and turn signals of his seven or eight hundred thousand yuan BMW supercar were completely shattered.

The front of the car was even slightly dented.

He could hardly believe that his prized BMW had been damaged by nothing more than a bicycle.

The owner, a young man around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, was dressed in a sharp black suit. His features seemed to blend Chinese and American traits, and he stood tall—over six feet—but without looking clumsy.

Instead, he carried an air of dignity and presence.

Naturally, his mood soured seeing his beloved car damaged. After stepping out, he pointed a finger at Chen Yufeng’s face and blurted out:

“Hey, kid, is this bicycle yours?”

“What, you still have the nerve to be angry after your car hit mine?” Chen Yufeng replied coldly.

“You’ve got some nerve calling that a broken bike! Do you even know how much my car is worth? Now that it’s damaged, what do you think you’re going to do about it?”

“Let me remind you again: it was your car that hit my bike. The fault lies with you, not me. Just because your car’s expensive, you think that gives you the right to act smug?”

Chen Yufeng’s bicycle was also badly deformed in the collision, a complete loss.

He was just as furious.

The worst part was this guy’s attitude.

“Kid, riding a broken bike like that, you probably can’t even afford to pay. Here’s the deal: you kneel down and apologize to my beloved car ten times, then slap yourself on the face ten times, and we’ll call it even.”

Judging by Chen Yufeng’s outfit, the BMW owner assumed he was a poor second-generation rich kid.

There was no way he’d get compensation from someone like this; asking for money from him was like asking for death.

So he was just venting his frustration.

“Are you stupid or something? Didn’t you hear what I just said?”

Chen Yufeng’s anger flared.

“What did you say? Say it again.”

The BMW owner almost doubted his ears—someone actually dared to call him a pig, and that someone was a poor second-generation kid riding a bicycle.

By now, a crowd had gathered, curious about the commotion.

These days, who could afford to crash a luxury car?

Especially one of this caliber; even if the bike rider sold a kidney, he couldn’t possibly compensate.

Some bystanders tried to persuade Chen Yufeng to just kneel and apologize; after all, not having to pay was already a huge gain.

These days, dignity was worth nothing.

If he had to pay, he’d be ruined—what money could a cyclist possibly have?

Seeing Chen Yufeng’s angry expression, the crowd grew impatient.

“Kid, why are you so ungrateful? This young master is being generous by not making you pay. What’s the harm in kneeling and apologizing? It’s just a little bruised pride, do you think your knees are made of gold or something?”

“Exactly. Dignity’s worthless these days, especially for poor kids. I’ve never seen someone so ungrateful, riding a bike and still acting stubborn. There’s always a reason the miserable are so hateful. Serves you right.”

To everyone watching, it seemed the BMW owner was magnanimous, and the young cyclist was stubbornly refusing to admit fault.

They just conveniently ignored that the fault originally lay with the BMW owner.

Chen Yufeng dismissed the murmurs around him, unwilling to engage.

“Are you going to kneel and apologize to my car or not?”

The BMW owner’s impatience was clear.

“What do you want?” Chen Yufeng was ready to punch him.

“Hmph, what?” The tall, imposing BMW owner stepped forward, looming over Chen Yufeng with a cold glare.

“Kid, I used to be a super soldier king, someone who wouldn’t stoop to argue with small fry like you—it’s beneath me. But you’re really annoying. I’m here to teach you a lesson.”

As he spoke, his eyes flashed with fierce anger, his hand raised, ready to slap Chen Yufeng across the face.

“Wang Wei, what are you doing?”

Suddenly, a sharp feminine voice cut through.

Wang Wei paused when he saw He Meixuan approaching, then quickly explained:

“Meixuan, it’s not that I want to lose my temper. This idiot crashed my beloved car and still refuses to apologize. Don’t you think I should teach him a lesson?”

“Show some respect—that’s my friend, not an idiot.” He Meixuan’s face clouded with displeasure. She knew Wang Wei’s character too well.

Relying on his family’s power and his reputation as a super soldier king, he was arrogant and domineering. Surely, he was the one who caused this mess.

He Meixuan’s relationship with him was not especially close.

Their families had business dealings, and they had met a few times at parties, exchanging pleasantries.

In fact, she hadn’t even invited him to her birthday party.

She guessed he must have seen her post about it on WeChat Moments and came over on a whim.

“Meixuan, I’ll give you face today and won’t stoop to his level.”

Seeing He Meixuan arrive, Chen Yufeng suppressed his anger.

After all, it was her birthday party; he didn’t want to cause trouble.

“Won’t stoop to his level?”

Hearing Chen Yufeng’s bold words, Wang Wei felt uneasy.

But with He Meixuan present, he restrained his anger and instead extended his hand to Chen Yufeng with a smile:

“Since you’re Meixuan’s friend, we’re all friends. Hello, I’m Wang Hao. Nice to meet you. May I ask your name?”

Seeing the mocking expression on his face, Chen Yufeng knew this man had no good intentions.

He didn’t want to shake hands at first, but Wang Wei added with a sly tone:

“Friend, refusing to shake my hand means you’re not giving me face—or Meixuan face.”

Chen Yufeng glanced at He Meixuan, then reluctantly shook his hand out of respect for her.

“I’m Chen Yufeng.”

“Hey, you two…”

He Meixuan tried to stop them from shaking hands.

Though not particularly close with Wang Wei, she knew his habit: as a former special forces soldier, he liked to size people up through handshakes.

She recalled at a previous party, Wang Hao had shaken hands with a guy and squeezed so hard that the man cried out in pain and left in anger.

Wang Wei had then joked to the nearby women:

“Oh, sorry, I forgot this isn’t the special forces anymore. That guy wasn’t my comrade. I might have overdone it…”

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