Chapter 98

Not far from the Jiangnan University Town Affiliated Hospital, at a corner of a crossroads...

Old Zhou was very depressed today. While driving to his company, he made a phone call. At a crossroads, a man suddenly sprinted towards his car at a hundred-meter dash speed.

Scared, Old Zhou quickly threw away his phone and rapidly turned the steering wheel, swiftly adjusting the direction of his car to avoid the sprinting man. Old Zhou secretly let out a sigh of relief—damn, that was too close! Fortunately, I have excellent driving skills; otherwise, you young man would have ended up on the street today!

However, before Old Zhou's heart could calm down, the man suddenly violated the laws of physics by falling backward, rolling three and a half times, and clutching his leg in a painful pose, shouting, "Ouch! My leg, my leg is broken!"

The man's cries quickly drew a crowd of onlookers who were unaware of the truth.

The crowd was confused, unsure whether the car had hit the man or the man had hit the car, and they began to speculate.

What the hell! Young man, you didn't even hit my car, did you? Did you hit an air wall? I'm not a superhero with air wall skills!

Is this what they call a "hit-and-run scam"?

But, don't hit-and-run scammers usually target those fancy, expensive cars? Could a car like mine also attract a scammer?

Old Zhou didn't know that these days, business is tough, and who cares what kind of car you have?

Old Zhou's face was filled with distress and frustration as he sighed. There were no surveillance cameras nearby, and his old car didn't have a dashcam.

He felt his pockets and found only a row of various cards, a twenty-yuan note, and two one-yuan coins.

Twenty-two yuan, probably not enough to get rid of the man lying on the ground and screaming. His Oscar-worthy performance is worth more than twenty yuan!

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Song Shuhang happened to be supporting a short-haired girl to the crossroads, preparing to hail a taxi.

The two of them witnessed the entire "accident."

"Was it the man who hit the car?" the short-haired girl said calmly. From her angle, she could see that the car had already avoided the man, but the man quickly ran into it and then fell to the ground, screaming.

"It wasn't the man hitting the car... he didn't even hit it," Song Shuhang said. His vision was excellent, and from his angle, he could clearly see that the man didn't hit the car at all before falling to the ground and screaming.

"Oh, I know this is called a hit-and-run scam," the short-haired girl glanced at Shuhang. "Do you want to go and testify?"

This do-gooder who loves to meddle in other people's affairs, wouldn't he go to help?

"Testimony alone won't help, and we don't have any recordings. There are no surveillance cameras nearby," Song Shuhang shook his head. The man lying on the ground and screaming was undoubtedly a professional, and the location he chose was perfect for a hit-and-run scam.

"Then, should we just let it be?" The short-haired girl thought for a moment and then her eyes lit up. "Why don't we go and beat up the guy on the ground?"

"Absolutely not, violence can't solve all problems. This will only get the driver into more trouble!" Song Shuhang quickly advised. "Watch me! You wait here, and I'll get you a taxi... by the way, do you have any change?"

The short-haired girl's face stiffened, and she shook her head.

"I'll lend you some. Remember to pay me back if we meet again," Song Shuhang took out a fifty-yuan note from his pocket and gave it to the short-haired girl. After all, he had recently come into some ill-gotten gains and was relatively well-off.

Without waiting for the short-haired girl's response, Song Shuhang strode to the accident scene and pushed through the crowd.

"Move, move!" He was now muscular and quickly pushed through the crowd.

Then, he squatted next to the man who was screaming and stared at him for a moment. "Oh, looks like you got hit pretty badly."

The man on the ground secretly glanced at Shuhang and screamed even more pitifully.

Song Shuhang coughed and said, "Driver, look at how badly he's hurt. Why don't you get out of the car and pay him a few thousand to settle this?"

The man on the ground felt relieved—originally, he was worried that this young man with clear features would expose him, but unexpectedly, the young man gave him a perfect assist. He was overjoyed and screamed even more joyfully.

In the car, Old Zhou touched the twenty-two yuan in his pocket and sighed silently. He held his phone, ready to call the police.

"Driver, what are you waiting for? Get out of the car," Song Shuhang said, while his hands were feeling around the hit-and-run scammer's body.

The hit-and-run scammer felt that something was off with this young man. This small hand was touching him continuously. Could he be a gay man taking advantage of him? Taking liberties with him?

Suddenly, the hit-and-run scammer's body was covered in goosebumps.

But... he was a man with great acting skills, even though he wasn't a professional actor. At this moment, even if he was taken advantage of, he had to grit his teeth and endure it.

The screams couldn't stop!

But soon, the hit-and-run scammer noticed something else was wrong.

He saw the young man with clear features reach into his pocket and take out his wallet.

That wallet contained all his current assets, about two thousand yuan.

This money was for emergencies in case he got hospitalized from a hit-and-run scam—hit-and-run scams are dangerous. If he encountered a road killer or a female driver, he might be seriously injured and hospitalized. Then, if the female driver had no cash or if he encountered a ruthless road killer who fled, what would he do?

Many hospitals only recognize money, not people. What would he do without money?

To put it simply, his wallet had money in it!

The young man with clear features took out his wallet, which was full, and looked very satisfied. Then, he gave him a warm smile. After that... the young man stood up and ran away, quickly disappearing from sight.

The hit-and-run scammer realized he had encountered a thief taking advantage of the situation: "Damn you, old man!"

The hit-and-run scammer rolled off the ground and stood up quickly. He chased after the young man with lightning speed, shouting, "Stop, you damn kid, don't run! Bastard!"

The car he had just scammed could only get him a few hundred yuan at most. But his wallet had two thousand yuan. He couldn't lose the big prize for a small one!

The onlookers, who were originally unaware of the truth, saw the man who had been lying on the ground and screaming now running swiftly after the young man. His legs didn't look broken at all. It was indeed a hit-and-run scam!

Old Zhou in the car secretly let out a sigh of relief and relaxed his grip on the twenty-two yuan. He thought about the young man with clear features and sighed, "These days, there are still many good people."

After sighing, he started his old car and drove away.

On the other side, the short-haired girl, who had watched the entire process, couldn't help but laugh.

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Song Shuhang ran with the hit-and-run scammer for 1,800 meters, waiting until the scammer was out of breath, pale, and vomiting against the wall before speeding up and leaving him in the dust.

He even had time to call a taxi to pick up the short-haired girl at the crossroads. The taxi driver happily went to pick her up...

The hit-and-run scammer looked at Song Shuhang's retreating figure with despair, feeling extremely frustrated: "Why did you run so fast and drag me along for such a long distance? Why didn't you just leave me behind earlier?"

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A taxi stopped in front of the short-haired girl. "Little girl, was the young man who called me asking for you?"

"Yes, it's me," the short-haired girl held the fifty-yuan note and got into the taxi.

Yes, a very amusing do-gooder.

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A taxi stopped in front of the short-haired girl. "Little girl, was the young man who called me asking for you?"

"Yes, it's me," the short-haired girl held the fifty-yuan note and got into the taxi.

Yes, a very amusing do-gooder.