As night deepened, the stalled Ferrari lay quietly by the roadside like a sleeping red beast. Chen Motong leaned lazily against the hood, her long legs crossed.
"Looks like all we can do is wait for the college to send someone to pick us up," she said casually.
Lu Mingfei gazed anxiously at the empty street. "I'm just afraid it won't be your people who come, but police cars going wee-woo, wee-woo."
"What do you mean, 'your people'?" Chen Motong slapped his shoulder hard enough to make him grimace in pain. "You're a member of Kassel College now too. You should be saying 'our people.'"
Rubbing his aching shoulder, Lu Mingfei secretly marveled at how such a slender-looking girl could have so much strength. But he had no time to dwell on that. Zhao Menghua's bruised and battered face filled his mind. "Why aren't any of you nervous? That counts as intentional assault! You could go to prison!"
Amon answered offhandedly, "Relax, junior. Didn't he swear an oath? If he calls the police, his whole family dies."
Lu Mingfei stared at him in disbelief. "You can't seriously believe that, can you? An oath made in that situation is no different from farting! Calling the police the moment he turns around is the normal thing to do!"
The faint hum of police sirens drifted from afar, and Lu Mingfei looked in that direction as warily as a startled bird.
Seeing Lu Mingfei's nervous expression, Amon knew the kid was chickening out again.
He chuckled. "What, junior? Do you think this lesson wasn't harsh enough? Do you want his whole family to pay the price? If that's really what you want, your senior brother doesn't mind granting your wish."
As he spoke, he pulled a tungsten-gray Colt pistol from his inner jacket