CHAPTER 478: 26

Zhang Yiyi felt an inexhaustible strength in her hands, slapping the fraudster three or four times before she finally felt a bit relieved.

After enough hitting, when she wanted to let go, she suddenly realized that the tricycle driver’s disgusting face seemed to be glued to her hand, not easily shaken off without force.

Feeling curious, she tossed him against the wall along with her hand, and with a "bang", she finally managed to throw him off.

"Ouch, hey, she’s beating someone up, she’s going to beat someone to death," the fraudster was beaten badly, rolling and crawling on the ground, with blood streaming from his nose and mouth.

Zhang Yiyi also incredulously looked at her own hand, no way, when had she become so strong, beating up a grown man as if pinching a caterpillar.

"You, you stole things, and you dare to act big on my turf," the security guard recovered from the shock, looked at his hand, the communicator was gone, quickly pulled out his security baton, pointed at the three of them, "You stole things and beat people. I’m calling the police now, let’s see how you out-of-towners handle this."

"Go ahead, be quick, report it now. Weren’t you just talking about going to jail? I just remembered, you go call the police, all three of us are under eighteen years old, we are minors, I don’t believe you can get the police to lock us all up," Zhang Yiyi stood with her hands on her hips, her face arrogantly unbothered like a pig not afraid of boiling water.

Xuerou and Xiao Xian looked at her in disbelief, not bad, after swallowing a colorful gecko, Yiyi had really become enlightened and even knew how to use legal means to defend her rights.

"You’ll see, minors?" the security guard having heard the latter part of Zhang Yiyi’s words, the baton in his hand froze.

Minors, the tricycle driver who had been slapped several times also covered his mouth and was stunned, what, all these three thug-like individuals are minors? The parents these days are really irresponsible, letting three minors roam around, nearly resorting to smashing, stealing, and burning.

At this moment, the communicator snatched by Xuerou beeped.

The security guard glared at Xuerou, snatched back the communicator, pressed the talk button; they’re minors, this was going to be troublesome, it seemed necessary to contact these kids’ parents to come over and discuss compensation matters.

"Captain, there’s trouble here. The residents upstairs stole... what?" the security guard quickly glanced at the tricycle driver still moaning on the ground, his expression changed drastically.

Considering her recent actions, Zhang Yiyi belatedly felt a bit scared, moving closer to Xiao Xian and Xuerou. Xiao Xian gave her a thumbs up, while Xuerou patted her hand, signaling not to be nervous.

"Okay, I’m upstairs now, okay, you bring people over, I’ll control the scene." The security guard hung up the phone, hesitated, and asked the tricycle driver on the ground, "Wang Rong, tell me the truth, did you really lose your vehicle?"

"Really, just at the commercial street intersection ahead, it’s these three hooligans who stole my vehicle, didn’t I tell you," the fraudster finally got up from the ground, wiping the blood off his nose and mouth.

He and the security guard at Sunset District had been close friends since childhood, the latter doing well, joined a security company, and was assigned to look after the Sunset District.

This area housed guests of decent means, and the tricycle driver, with the help of his old friend, defrauded and even extorted money from guests several times, never stumbling except for that incident with Xiao Xiansa, where he had suffered in silence.

"Don’t talk now, wait until the captain comes up with people, then speak properly," no sooner had the security guard spoken than the elevator light turned red.

The security chief who had earlier stopped the fight at the entrance came in with a man dressed in a suit and tie, looking wealthy.

"Manager Dong, this is the electric tricycle driver, Wang Rong," the security chief introduced, frowning.

"Ah, has my vehicle been found? Where is it?" the tricycle driver, no longer minding his sore cheeks, asked eagerly.

"Where it’s found isn’t important, what’s important is your vehicle has damaged Manager Dong’s vehicle, a BMW 7 series, just registered last month," the security chief said gruffly.

"BMW 7 series? No, it wasn’t me, my vehicle was stolen last night. It must have been her who crashed into your car, it must have been," upon hearing it was a BMW, especially a seven-figure 7 series, let’s not mention whether his vehicle could damage the other’s car, even scraping a headlight or damaging a bumper would be enough to bankrupt him.