Chapter 59 If you want to die, jump into the river! Why are you causing a ruckus on the street?!

Ling Yue looked down at him quietly, her face devoid of emotion. "A lowly name would only soil my ears. It's better if you don't say it."

"What?! Damn, you're insulting me, aren't you! You're finished, you're absolutely finished! Daring to touch me, I'll make sure you can't survive in Hangzhou!" Being pinned and rubbed against the ground didn't stop him from boasting grandiosely.

Ling Yue couldn't help but sneer. "Can't you come up with something new? Threatening to make someone unable to survive in Hangzhou at every turn—anyone would be sick of hearing that! Go back to elementary school and retake your classes, you illiterate."

Whether it was anger from being exposed or the humiliation of his posture, the man's temperature rose. His face and neck turned red, looking like a monkey's butt.

"Just you wait, you bitch!" His eyes were filled with resentment.

Clearly, he was used to being arrogant; even when at a disadvantage, he refused to bow his head.

Ling Yue paused. "I hate that word the most."

"I'm insulting you! If you've got the guts, come at me!"

"Sludge from a trash heap, the dead skin from your grandfather's heel, a mouth full of stench, a pockmarked, pus-oozing insect—what kind of dog-shit thing thinks it's worthy of being hit by me? You're so loud, you must have been a cicada in your past life."

Ling Yue didn't bother with him anymore and walked toward the instructor.

She left behind a sentence: "Get him out of here. Don't let him interfere with my learning."

"Understood!" The Head of Bodyguards pushed the car.

Four bodyguards dragged the man away, and they all disappeared from the driving school's parking lot.

Ling Yue naturally wouldn't do anything to him. In a society ruled by law, she would at most have people block him from entering the driving school. As for whether the bodyguards would secretly rough him up and cause injuries that wouldn't leave bruises, that was none of her business.

Ling Yue was first invited into the lounge, where a discerning staff member brought a basin of hot water for her to wash her hands.

Not long after, the instructor arrived with the company's senior management. They hurriedly expressed their apologies and offered comfort to Ling Yue.

In the dozen or so years since the driving school was established, they had received all kinds of wealthy people and young masters. Most rich people were proud; it was normal for them to have strange tempers, many demands, or even be a bit harsh.

When these types of people learned to drive, they focused entirely on learning, as their lives were precious.

However, someone so arrogant that they would recklessly drag race in the driving school without a care was extremely rare.

Thus, as soon as they learned the whole story, the management investigated the man's identity.

The man's mouth was like a sieve; he had frequently bragged about his family's factory at the driving school.

Upon learning that the other party was merely a second-generation factory owner who had only been wealthy for less than five years, the management was literally laughed in anger.

Clients of this caliber were everywhere in the driving school, and most were low-key. They didn't just come to learn to drive; more importantly, they came to build networks.

They wondered what kind of father would raise such a stupid and wicked idiot.

"We are truly sorry, Ms. Ling. It's our fault for the security lapse that caused you distress within the driving school. How about this? As compensation, all your fees for this session will be waived." The executive took a very humble stance.

Of course, the management also looked into Ling Yue.

They only knew she was very low-key, drove a Bentley Continental, had a chauffeur, and was protected by bodyguards in the shadows. They didn't need to—and didn't dare to—look into deeper details. Based on this setup alone, she was clearly a young lady from a wealthy family.

They didn't dare to be negligent.

Ling Yue took the clean cotton towel handed to her by the staff member and wiped the water off her hands. She said calmly, "Business is business. This matter has nothing to do with the driving school."

Was she the type of person to involve the innocent?

Clearly not.

But she was someone who sought revenge for even the smallest grievance.

"However, I don't want to see him in this driving school ever again."

The executive breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you for your tolerance!"

For a client like that, the driving school had already intended to process a refund and expel him.

"Please rest assured, you will never see him on the practice grounds again."

The executive was truly relieved.

Fortunately, he had offended someone magnanimous this time.

If he had provoked one of the short-tempered second-generation heirs in the driving school, they would have certainly turned the place upside down.

Compared to the reputation and word-of-mouth they had maintained for so long, what was breaking ties with a common second-generation factory owner?

The instructor had witnessed Ling Yue slap the man twice and have the bodyguards drag him away. Consequently, during the teaching process, he felt not only respect for a client but also fear of her.

He was terrified that if she got angry, she would give him a couple of slaps too.

Ling Yue didn't bother to explain. She finished her practice with a cold face and left.

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"Boss, there are cars following us from behind."

Because of what happened at the driving school, Ling Yue changed the covert protection to overt protection.

The Head of Bodyguards was sitting stiffly in the back seat—not because he was nervous, but because the back was too narrow.

Despite the discomfort, he keenly sensed a hint of danger.

Ling Yue was replying to messages in the 'Tongfu Inn' group.

Cheng Jiao started her job today, so Ling Yue sent ten red envelopes worth 1,000 yuan each to celebrate the newcomer's arrival.

She was enjoying everyone's well-wishes when her good mood was interrupted by the Head of Bodyguards' words.

Ling Yue was truly displeased. "Do you know who it is?"

The Head of Bodyguards nodded. "One of them is a black and orange car."

Is that prick looking for death?

Ling Yue exited WeChat and dialed a number. "Hello, is this 110...?"

After hanging up, Ling Yue calmly gave orders. "Have the people behind us stall them. Master Qin, just drive home."

"Understood." Master Qin's reply was devoid of emotion; he simply said those two words calmly and increased the speed slightly.

A squad of motorcycles was riding parallel behind them.

"Fuck, they're pretty good at running! San'er, catch up to them!" The man shouted with a grimace. Moving his mouth too much pulled at the skin on his cheeks, causing a stinging pain.

That damn woman! She slapped his face until it was swollen!

A man riding a pure black motorcycle nearby replied through his Bluetooth headset, "You got it, Brother Yong!"

With a roar of the engine, he was the first to break formation, speeding down the road like a wild bull driven mad by the color red, crashing and swerving everywhere.

The drivers who were minding their own business on the road:

"Wait, is there something wrong with him?!"

"Damn street racers, in such a hurry to be reincarnated? If you want to die, jump into a river; don't show off on the road!"

"Holy shit, this piece of work in a hurry to be reincarnated almost hit my new car."

"Ahhh! Where did this damn motorcycle come from? Is your head a lightbulb? It doesn't work if it's not plugged in? Are you trying to die by swerving all over the road? Write down the license plate number, report him, report him!"

Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!

The scorching heat waves and the foul-smelling exhaust were used by the man as capital to show off.

There were four or five vehicles in total, treating the main road like their own living room, performing tail-flicks and darting around randomly.

With a smug grin, the man already imagined the scene of forcing the Continental to a stop and the woman cowering inside, too afraid to open the door.

In reality, just as he was about to rev the engine, his path was blocked by a Wuling van.

The damn van even intentionally slowed down.

This caused him to be trapped by the surrounding traffic. Unable to pass for a moment, he was forced to slow down along with the van and was eventually forced to a stop mid-way.

Seeing Brother Yong forced to a stop, the other cars didn't dare to stick their necks out and pulled over one after another.

They could only watch helplessly as the Bentley drove away.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!" (Like a rap)

Fuming with rage, the man pushed his bike and got off.

He clenched his fists, his eyes burning as he stared at the Continental slowing down in the distance. He saw its convertible top open, and a hand was raised in full view of everyone, sticking up a pinky finger...

Brother Yong felt his blood pressure soar, followed by the world spinning around him.

He stumbled a step. Before fainting, he saw the real Iron Cavalry approaching him.

That damn woman didn't follow the rules of engagement; she actually called the police!

He was so angry that he blacked out with a snap.

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