Refusing to Give Face (First Update)

Refusing to Give Face (First Update)

"You..."

At last, Zhang Zhi could no longer keep his expression under control. But this was a financial industry reception, so he could not make a scene. He could only shoot Fan Yu a vicious glare. Once this was over, he had to look into that brat's company and have his father teach him a lesson.

After storming off, Zhang Zhi ran into several close friends. Seeing his grim expression, they all asked him about it.

"Yo, who pissed off Brother Zhang? Why do you look so upset?"

Zhang Zhi shook his head, drained the red wine in his glass, and said darkly, "Don't mention it. Some brat refused to give me face. I'll deal with him sooner or later."

Just then, Zhang Zhi's phone suddenly rang.

Seeing the number, he frowned and answered it. "Hello?"

"Brother Zhang, something happened."

An anxious voice came through the phone.

"What happened?" Zhang Zhi was already in a terrible mood, and hearing that something had happened only made it worse.

"Your car seems to have been smashed."

"Fuck."

Zhang Zhi finally could not hold back a curse. His voice rose several decibels, drawing the attention of the people around him.

But Zhang Zhi had no mood to care about their stares. He roared, "Who the fuck smashed it? Who?!"

"Brother Zhang, I asked around. I sent you the photos—take a look. He smashed your car, then parked his own car there."

The person on the phone said.

Zhang Zhi glanced at the photos and froze. "Fuck, isn't this that brat?"

He had just humiliated me over there, and now he smashed my car too?

"Fuck your mother."

Zhang Zhi gritted his teeth in hatred. "Go find some people and smash his car too."

"Huh? Brother Zhang, his car is..."

"What the fuck are you 'huh'-ing for? I told you to smash it, so smash it. I'll take responsibility if anything happens!" Zhang Zhi roared.

"But..."

"What are you still dragging your feet for? I told you to smash it, so smash it!"

After getting cursed out by Zhang Zhi, the person on the phone snapped as well. He shouted, "Smash it all! Brother Zhang will cover for us if anything happens!"

Amid a series of clanging blows, someone shouted, "But Third Brother, this is a Pagani!"

"And it has a Shanghai A99999 plate—a Five Nines Supreme plate!"

"Who the fuck cares? Brother Zhang's father's company is worth over a billion. He's a major figure throughout Magic City. What's there to be afraid of?"

Listening to the chaotic noise from his phone, Zhang Zhi froze.

Wait, what car? What Five Nines Supreme?

A chill ran through his body. "Xiao San, tell me—what car did you smash? What Five Nines Supreme?"

But the noise on the other end was too chaotic. It seemed the people there had not heard him at all. All he could hear was the continuous sound of smashing.

"Oh right, it seems to be some Pagani. Damn, that car must be worth over ten million, right?"

Remembering this, Zhang Zhi could no longer remain calm. He hung up and ran outside.

This was going to blow up. His BMW Z4 was only worth a few hundred thousand, yet they had smashed someone else's car worth over ten million?

At that moment, Zhang Zhi had a terrible premonition and hurried toward the elevator.

Outside the Garden in Garden, a crowd had gathered, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Anyone who could afford to drive a Pagani definitely had no ordinary identity. And that eye-catching Five Nines Supreme license plate made everyone's hearts tremble.

In Magic City, there were only a handful of people who could drive with a Five Nines Supreme plate.

"I think I've heard of this car before. I feel like I know who the owner is, but I can't remember."

"Then think harder! I want to know which big shot it is too."

The surrounding crowd chattered noisily.

In front of the Pagani, which had been smashed beyond recognition, several people were pinned to the ground, dirty and disheveled. The swagger they had shown while smashing the Pagani was completely gone.

More than a dozen security guards stood there with fierce expressions and burly builds. Xiao San and the others were skinny and frail; standing before them, they looked like children.

One of the blond-haired punks saw Zhang Zhi running over and immediately shouted, "Brother Zhang, save us!"

"You really smashed a Pagani?" Zhang Zhi asked in a trembling voice as he ran over, gasping for breath.

"Pagani Huayra BC, worth twenty-five million."

A stern voice rang out.

Zhang Zhi turned his head and thought, It's over.

Liu Jian, general manager of Financial Street Property Management Company.

Were these idiots brain-dead? They actually dared to smash a Pagani?

By then, a crowd had gathered outside Garden in Garden, all drawn over by the sound of the Pagani being smashed.

Zhang Zhi knew that even Liu Jian had been brought here. This matter was probably going to blow up.

As the general manager of Financial Street Property Management Company, Liu Jian was someone anyone on Financial Street had at least heard of. Zhang Zhi had met him a few times while accompanying his father, so he naturally recognized him.

"Manager Liu, can we make a big deal small? Let my little brothers go first."

Liu Jian shook his head slightly. "I can't make the call on this, and neither can you. You'd better call your father."

"Ah! Manager Liu, there's no need to alarm my dad over something like this, right? Besides, if my dad comes and finds out I smashed a Pagani, he'll beat me to death."

"Do me a favor and let this matter go, alright, Manager Liu?" Zhang Zhi said in a low voice.

Liu Jian's expression darkened. "Do you a favor? Will the owner of this car do me a favor?"

"And what right does a little brat like you have to ask me for face?"

"Call your father."

Liu Jian knew the Pagani's owner's identity perfectly well. She was the boss's fiancée. If that were all, perhaps it would not have been too serious—paying for the car might have settled it. But this was Su Tianlong's daughter's car. One look at the plate told the story: 95 Supreme. Su Tianlong's precious daughter. Liu Jian had no idea how furious Su Xi would be once she found out.

This worthless rich second-generation kid simply did not know his place. Even if his father stood before Su Tianlong, he would have to kneel.

Seeing Zhang Zhi still hesitating, Liu Jian frowned. "How about I call your father myself?"

Seeing Liu Jian refuse to give him any face, Zhang Zhi flared up. "Fuck, Liu Jian, who are you putting on an act for?"

"You're just the head of a property management company. Let me tell you, my dad knows Financial Street's boss. When he gets here, you'll be sorry."

"Your dad has connections with the boss?" Liu Jian's expression turned strange.

"Of course he does. They're quite close too—they often have tea together," Zhang Zhi said coldly.

"Then that makes things easier. As long as the boss calls me, I'll let you go right now. Otherwise, none of you are leaving tonight," Liu Jian said with a half-smile.

"Fine. Just wait."

Zhang Zhi took out his phone and made the call.

"Hello, Dad, where are you right now?"

"Son, I'm at a dinner gathering. Don't disturb me if there's nothing important."

"Wait, wait, Dad, something happened."

"What happened again? Is there ever a day when you don't get into trouble?"

"Go find your Second Uncle to deal with it." Zhang Sheng's lazy voice came through the phone. He clearly did not take it seriously.