The End in Three Sentences

By the end of it, police cars had arrived outside the village and taken everyone away.

Lin Yuan also went to the police station to give a statement.

After he briefly described what had happened, his elementary school classmate did not deny it and admitted to smashing the car and scratching its paint.

Someone from the dealership also came to assess the damage, which amounted to several hundred thousand yuan.

Such an enormous sum was simply beyond the means of ordinary people.

What was more, his elementary school classmate had no intention of paying it back at all.

"You want me to pay? I don't have any money. At worst, just lock me up."

Even now, he still looked completely indifferent, with no intention of repenting and not a shred of remorse.

Lin Yuan frowned.

Making him admit his mistake would not be easy.

But it was not impossible.

The police officers planned to detain him first before making a final ruling.

If nothing unexpected happened, he would most likely go to prison. As for compensation, since he had neither money nor a car, it would be difficult to handle and even harder to recover.

"It's fine," Lin Yuan said calmly.

"His family still has a house and several plots of land. That should be enough to compensate for my losses."

His elementary school classmate said disdainfully, "You want me to sell the house and land? No chance!"

Lin Yuan nodded. "That's indeed impossible. But don't you still have a grandmother? When the time comes, I'll have a talk with her. I'm sure she'll agree."

"How dare you!" His elementary school classmate instantly flew into a rage. Lin Yuan's words had touched his sore spot.

"Your grandmother is pitiful too. She's already over eighty, and her legs aren't very steady.