Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1159 - 587: A Minor Incident on the Road_2

Chapter 1159: Chapter 587: A Minor Incident on the Road_2

As a result, the woman insisted, "Expensive, isn’t it? If it’s too expensive, why didn’t you watch your child? This is my new car, and there’s also compensation for emotional distress. How can you say it won’t delay me for more than a few minutes? I’m very busy, and you’ve already delayed me half a day. How much money did I lose? Who’s going to be responsible for my loss? Is this how you bring up a child? So ill-mannered at such a young age, what will become of him when he grows up?"

The woman spoke like a machine gun, targeting everyone with her words, and even the young traffic officer couldn’t find a chance to interject, let alone the somewhat guilty parent and the tofu seller.

Watching the child being reduced to tears, the onlookers couldn’t bear it, but the woman’s arrogance made them slightly fearful of attracting trouble—after all, anyone who could afford to drive a car these days was no ordinary person.

That was not all; the woman got more and more worked up and angrier as she spoke. Finally, stamping her foot, she shouted, "Forget it, I don’t want your compensation anymore, you come here, it was this bicycle that hit my car, smash his bicycle, and let’s go..."

The previously silent muscular man stepped forward, grabbed the bicycle with both hands, and lifted it high.

At this point, the tofu seller had no choice but to kneel down: "Big brother, can I pay you the money instead? I use this bike to deliver tofu, and if it’s broken..."

The traffic officer finally became desperate and stepped forward, saying, "Put the bike down. If you don’t agree to settle this now, we can go to the traffic police station to discuss it..."

The woman immediately stood in front of the traffic officer, acting belligerent, "What? What? Do you, a traffic officer, want to hit people? What about going to the traffic police station? My family is connected to this and that person. Which station are you from? Give me your name, and I’ll have you fired tomorrow, believe it or not? He hit my car with his, and if I don’t let him compensate, then what? Does this old bicycle compare to my car’s paint?"

Indeed, the old bicycle was not worth much money, but for the tofu seller, it was a valuable item, essential for his livelihood. Without this bike, whether buying a new one or repairing it, he certainly couldn’t continue delivering tofu right away.

The woman continued to cause a scene, which made the young traffic officer turn red in the face with anger; he was just about to continue speaking when he glanced behind the woman and stopped mid-sentence.

The woman, oblivious to the change behind her, kept ranting until she heard someone behind her speak, "Alright, brother, put the bike down. How much more do they owe you? I’ll cover it, okay? Come on, put it down!"

By the time the woman turned around, she saw a young man smiling, grabbing the muscular man’s hand, which was still hoisting the bicycle, and slowly lowering it. The muscular man’s face was now as red as the traffic officer’s—only one was angry, while the other clearly looked exhausted from the struggle.

Even the woman could tell that the muscular man following her wasn’t as strong as this young man.

But she had a sharp tongue if not strength, and she started shouting, "Who are you to just show up out of nowhere, pretending to be such a big deal..."

The young man, who was very even-tempered, kept the same expression on his face but his words were not so kind, "If you keep shouting, will his arm break? Go on, shout a few more times and see?"

These words, combined with the situation, had a deterring effect—at this moment, the bicycle was already on the ground, with the muscular man’s hands still clutching it, or rather, being ’clutched’ by it. Because the bike had been lifted earlier, now that it was on the ground, he was pulled into an awkward position, nearly as tall as the bike.

The muscular man was still trying hard to pull his hands out, but unfortunately, he faced a humanoid tyrannosaurus. At this moment, his veins were bulging on his face, showing he was exerting himself, yet he couldn’t overcome the young man who looked as if he was simply steadying the bicycle with ease.

The woman, probably never having encountered such a situation, was somewhat panicked, her voice still loud, but the people around could clearly hear her bluffing, "Let go! Are you hitting people? Mr. Police Officer, you see this, he’s hitting someone, why aren’t you doing something?"

Yan Fei, of course, was the young man. He originally didn’t want to meddle, as someone who drove without a license and sticking his nose into others’ business could expose himself. What if he was exposed?

But seeing the muscular man about to smash the bicycle, he couldn’t hold back.

The bicycle wasn’t valuable, but it still carried the tofu tray, which was essential for the tofu seller’s work—smashing it was akin to smashing his livelihood. In the countryside, it was commonly said that hitting a person wasn’t as serious. For example, if someone said Yan Family’s ironware was unreliable, asking for compensation or having a fight was acceptable, but if someone smashed their shop and broke their hammer and bellows, that would be unacceptable.

Actually, it was simple; he understood everything. The child’s parent and the tofu seller had already scraped together three hundred yuan. There was only about a hundred yuan left to settle the issue. Was it worth smashing someone else’s property for that?</p