Ding, Obtained One Bronze Treasure Chest!

"Holy shit, I thought this guy was just some lunatic trying to show off, but he's actually a real tycoon—dropping ten million on a watch just to spite his ex-girlfriend?"

"Yeah, a true tycoon. Looks like that woman had no idea her ex was loaded, but right now, I bet she's drowning in regret."

Not only were the bystanders buzzing, but Liu Wei's current boyfriend also wore a sour expression, his face flushing an ugly pig-liver red from sheer embarrassment.

Of course, the most awkward of all was Liu Wei herself.

Just moments ago, she'd been smug about buying a two-hundred-thousand watch, only to witness Lin Chen casually purchase one worth ten million.

Hard to believe, but the scene played out right before her eyes, leaving her no choice but to accept it.

For a split second, regret crept in over breaking up with Lin Chen.

"Lin Chen, it was all my fault. Please, forgive me, let's get back together."

These words only made her new boyfriend's face twist even darker.

"Liu Wei, what the hell are you doing?"

But Liu Wei seemed possessed, deaf to his words—her eyes locked solely on Lin Chen.

"Lin Chen, please forgive me. If you do, I'll do anything you ask."

"You used to love me so much. No matter what I did wrong, you'd always give in. Do it one more time, okay?"

She grabbed Lin Chen's hand, apologizing nonstop.

"Forgive you?" Lin Chen sneered. "Before you broke up with me, I could forgive anything you did—as long as it wasn't betrayal."

"Even if you only gave me five hundred a month for living expenses, I took it willingly."

"But from the moment we split, there's no chance. Back when I was down, you ignored me; now that I've made it, you can't reach me."

"From today on, we're done for good. Take care of yourself."

With that, Lin Chen turned his back on Liu Wei, and the shadow that had weighed on his heart vanished without a trace.

"Lin Chen! Lin Chen!!"

"Go on, leave! One day, I'll make you regret this."

Liu Wei screamed in fury, but after calming down, she switched faces and said to her new boyfriend, "Let's go, honey."

"Go? You fucking bitch, go my ass—give me back the watch."

The new boyfriend roughly snatched the two-hundred-thousand watch from Liu Wei's hand, even slapping her across the face before storming off.

Now Liu Wei was completely stunned. Under the crowd's gaze, she collapsed to the ground, sobbing loudly.

A true case of losing both the bait and the fish.

Ding-dong. Congratulations, host, on completing the 'Face-Slapping Ex-Girlfriend' mission. Reward: one Bronze Chest.

Just as he stepped out the door, the system's voice rang in his ears. Along with it, a bronze-colored chest appeared in Lin Chen's system inventory panel.

"Bronze Chest?"

Curious, Lin Chen opened the Bronze Chest in his inventory. Instantly, a flash of golden light burst forth.

Ding-dong. Congratulations, host, for obtaining three Douyu recharge vouchers worth ten million each.

A crisp chime, and the Bronze Chest in his inventory vanished, replaced by three Douyu recharge vouchers for ten million each.

"Seriously, what am I supposed to do with these recharge vouchers? I barely watch livestreams."

Staring at his reward, Lin Chen felt a wave of disappointment. He'd hoped for something useful.

But what's done is done—maybe they'd come in handy later.

With a light heart, Lin Chen headed toward the supercar.

But when he got there, a crowd of young men and women had gathered around it, either gawking or snapping photos, making quite a scene.

"A three-hundred-million god-car, holy crap—quick, take some pictures for me."

One guy, buzzing with excitement, whipped out his phone and started snapping wildly beside the supercar. His girlfriend, watching this, wasn't too thrilled.

"Honey, I want pictures too. Take some of me."

"Alright, alright, I'll do it."

They swapped spots, and the frenzy continued. The girl even rested her hand on the car out of sheer adoration.

Lin Chen just smiled to himself. Once upon a time, he'd had the same habit—now it was someone else's turn.

"Might as well do a good deed and wait a bit longer."

He spotted an electric scooter parked nearby and sat down on it.

That one move immediately drew a grumble from the guy who'd been snapping photos. He'd been keeping an eye on the scooter the whole time, worried it might get stolen.

Seeing Lin Chen sit on it now, he was pissed—even if the guy wasn't a thief, it wasn't okay.

"Hey, kid, get off."

The man stomped over to Lin Chen, fuming.

"Don't you know your own place? How dare you sit on my bike."

"Let me tell you, this bike cost me a full twenty thousand. If you break it, can you even afford to pay for it?"

With that, the man wiped the seat of his electric scooter with his shirt, as if to show that Lin Chen had dirtied it.

Lin Chen smiled, said nothing, and walked straight toward his own Bugatti Veyron. But because he left without a word, the man got even angrier.

"Kid, who said you could leave? You dirtied my bike and didn't even apologize. I want compensation."

Lin Chen said, "Compensation? Sure. But first, you'll have to pay for my car—including the cost of the photos and the paint damage from the oil stains."

The man laughed as if he'd heard the funniest joke. "You? You want me to pay for your car? Who do you think you are? If that car's yours, I'll eat shit right now."

Crude as the words were, the young men and women watching all nodded in agreement.

Not for any other reason—Lin Chen was just dressed too plainly. It was no exaggeration to say that not a single person in the crowd was wearing worse clothes than him.

For someone like that to claim the car was his—anyone who heard it would laugh three times.

"No way, did I hear that right? This guy says that three-hundred-million divine car is his? Who does he think he is?"

"Exactly. Look at what he's wearing and then say the car's his? What a joke."

Everyone chimed in, talking over each other.

But just as they were gossiping, the Bugatti Veyron's headlights flashed twice.

Beep-beep—

As the lights lit up and the locks disengaged, Lin Chen opened the car door. Instantly, everyone stopped talking, as if time had frozen.

"Th-this... how is this possible? The car is really his?!"

Everyone was stunned by the sight. They all sucked in cold breaths, unable to believe it.

The contrast between Lin Chen and the luxury car was just too stark. A guy dressed like a loser, driving a three-hundred-million divine car—who wouldn't be shaken by that?

"Oh, right. I just thought of something..."

Lin Chen opened the door and turned to speak to the man, but the words got stuck in his throat halfway.

"Honey, don't go! I haven't gotten on yet, honey..."

Watching the man ride off on his electric scooter, the woman behind him stamped her foot in frustration, then jogged after him.

Seeing this, Lin Chen could only shake his head and smile. Then, under the astonished gazes of the crowd, he got into the Bugatti Veyron.

Vroom-vroom—

In an instant, a roar like a raging bull echoed across the square. Then, under everyone's eyes, he drove off into the distance.