Chapter 88

"Take this!" Zheyechi pulled out a dagger from behind his waist and, gripping it tightly, charged towards Zheng Xiaotian.

"Wait!" Zheng Xiaotian extended his right hand, palm flat, and raised it.

"What's wrong?" Zheyechi, in gentleman mode, stopped since the other party had said to wait.

"You need a reason to hit me," Zheng Xiaotian said.

"You damn broke my car!" Zheyechi immediately charged at Zheng Xiaotian again.

"Wait!" Zheng Xiaotian's right hand never lowered, and he spoke again.

Zheyechi stopped once more and said, "What else?"

"I broke your car because you, the hit-and-run driver, were trying to escape. Do you dare say you weren't pressing the gas? Do you dare say that if I hadn't broken your car, you wouldn't have been scared and pressed the brake?" Zheng Xiaotian said.

"But that's not a reason for you to break my car," Zheyechi charged at Zheng Xiaotian again.

"Still, wait!" Zheng Xiaotian said.

"What else do you want to say?" Zheyechi asked.

"I can confirm you are a shameless person. I will post what happened here on ** and let everyone decide if I should have broken your car!" Zheng Xiaotian said, taking a photo of Zheyechi.

"Damn!" Zheyechi put down his fist and walked towards Zheng Xiaotian, saying, "Brother, don't be like this. Can't we talk things out? Can't we compromise? No need to post photos on **."

Zheyechi was a face-conscious person. After the click of the camera, he thought about the situation. No matter what, he had no reason. If it were posted, he would be condemned, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Will you pay for the old man's medical expenses?" Zheng Xiaotian held his phone, his words filled with threats.

"I'll pay, I'll pay, I'll pay. How can I not help someone I hit? We Northeasterners aren't like that. We're all living Lei Fengs," Zheyechi said with a smile, though he inwardly grumbled, "Bastard, that's a song lyric, and I'm not from Northeast China. But, you're screwed."

Zheng Xiaotian, Zheyechi, and the old man went to the hospital.

First, the old man needed an X-ray and to pay the fees, then treatment and so on.

The old man's condition was not serious but not minor either. If it were a broken leg, for a young person, it would take one or two months to heal, and fractures would heal faster. For Zheng Xiaotian, who had surgery, his wound healed overnight. But for an old man, a broken leg and damaged bones would take a hundred days to recover, and the subsequent recovery would be even more challenging.

"You, are you causing trouble?" Zheng Xiaotian pointed at Zheyechi, "I don't even want to scold you. If I did, all sorts of words would come out to condemn you. Forget it, forget it."

"Yes, yes, yes, I was wrong, very wrong," Zheyechi's tone was very sincere.

"Knowing you were wrong is good. In the future, you can't do this," Zheng Xiaotian said.

"Yes, yes, yes, I won't do this in the future," Zheyechi nodded.

"Alright, seeing that you know you were wrong, I won't say anything more. I won't post on ** either," Zheng Xiaotian said, then operated his phone to exit **.

Zheyechi's sincerity was mainly because Zheng Xiaotian had the photo. Now, his sincerity was rewarded, and he immediately stood up and started to yell.

"Little bastard, I'll settle accounts with you now," Zheyechi pointed at Zheng Xiaotian's forehead, quite arrogantly.

"Huh?" Zheng Xiaotian looked up, stunned!

"Actually, I'm doing pretty well. I have a car, even a convertible. You two don't need to argue over my affairs," the old man said.

"It's none of your business!" Zheyechi waved his hand and pointed at Zheng Xiaotian, quite arrogantly, "Weren't you just being smug? Standing on the moral high ground, condemning me? Come on, continue to condemn me. Come on, be smug."

"I still have your photo!" Zheng Xiaotian waved his phone.

"Didn't you delete it?" Zheyechi was stunned. He saw the other party exit **. Once exited, there would be no record.

"I exited **, but I took the photo with my phone, and the photo is stored directly on the phone. So, I can always retrieve it and post it again. I type fast, and I can explain the situation in a minute, then post it," Zheng Xiaotian said.

"Bro, you're my real brother," Zheyechi's tone changed again.

"Ha!" Zheng Xiaotian figured it out. He wondered why the other party suddenly became arrogant. It was because he thought the photo was gone. If he just described the name and so on, without a photo, there would be no evidence, and the other party would become smug.

"Little brother!" The old man looked at Zheng Xiaotian, "Can you both take a step back? Let's end this, okay?" "Actually, I'm still a well-rounded youth, but he is the problem!" Zheng Xiaotian pointed at Zheyechi and said to the old man, "This guy has no morals at all."

"Yes, yes, yes, I have no morals. Whatever you say to resolve this, just don't post it," Zheyechi said humbly. He thought, posting doesn't mean small; it means thorough. If it were posted, everyone would know, and it would be hard to date girls in the future. His BMW would be for nothing.

"Right, you wanted me to pay for your car. Do you think you have a reason? I just forced you to stop," Zheng Xiaotian remembered and said to Zheyechi.

"I have no reason, you do. It's right for you to break my car. Just don't post it," Zheyechi said.

"Does the old man want compensation for mental distress? You were scared earlier," Zheng Xiaotian said to the old man.

"The medical expenses are enough, no need for anything else," the old man waved his hand from the wheelchair.

"Alright, get lost. You're making me anxious, I want to hit you," Zheng Xiaotian waved his hand.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zheyechi stood up and hurriedly left.

"Hey, the photo? Was it taken directly with **?" Zheng Xiaotian muttered.

"Little bastard!" Zheyechi suddenly turned around, his aura rising.

Click.

Zheng Xiaotian took a photo of Zheyechi, then put away his phone and muttered, "This time, it's taken with a phone."

Zheyechi turned around and hurriedly left!