Song Qiao didn't hold back his slap, sending Jiang Yan's mouth bleeding.
A few seconds later, Jiang Yan's screams echoed throughout the entire parking lot.
This attracted quite a crowd of onlookers.
Most of them were customers coming to test drive cars.
"Song Qiao, it's actually you, you bastard."
"I didn't expect you to be so arrogant even driving a cheap car worth a little over a hundred thousand yuan."
"Trash is trash, barbarians always resort to violence to solve problems."
Jiang Yan, lying on the ground, wailed as he slowly got up.
Upon seeing that it was Song Qiao who had beaten him, his face instantly changed. He backed away, his mouth spewing insults.
Song Qiao shook his head helplessly. He had been sitting in the back seat, not wanting to get involved, just wanting Wu Meng to resolve the issue quickly and avoid escalating it.
He hadn't expected Jiang Yan to be so aggressive, daring to make advances on Wu Rong right in front of him.
If he could tolerate that, then he wouldn't be Song Qiao.
"What? Do you feel superior driving a car worth a few hundred thousand yuan?"
Song Qiao turned and glanced at Jiang Yan's car, his eyes full of mockery.
"To tell you the truth, I have plenty of luxury cars. My family owns two Bentleys. I just didn't drive them today."
Song Qiao's explanation, instead of helping, caused the surrounding onlookers to burst into laughter.
"Kid, have you even thought before you brag? Do you know how much a Bentley costs?"
"If you really had two Bentleys, would you still be willing to buy a car at a Mercedes dealership?"
Many people began to point at Song Qiao, whispering and discussing him.
"Pah, you're just a broke guy with an empty shell company, yet you dare to say you own a Bentley. Why don't you say you own a Maserati?"
Jiang Yan completely disbelieved Song Qiao's words, even spitting on the ground in contempt.
"Believe it or not, I don't need to prove anything to you."
Song Qiao shook his head helplessly, unwilling to argue with such a frog in a well.
He still needed to take Wu Meng to buy a car, and wasting time on this person was simply not worth it.
"Oh, I see you're pretending to be rich when you're not. If you want to leave today, you'll pay me five hundred thousand yuan to prove you really have the ability to drive a luxury car."
"Otherwise, you crawl out of here today."
Jiang Yan's arrogant demeanor made people want to rush up and punch him.
Seeing his expression, Song Qiao didn't get angry. Instead, he chuckled, looking at Jiang Yan as if he were an idiot.
"Is there something wrong with your brain? Your piece of junk car, plus your worthless life, probably isn't worth five hundred thousand yuan."
"Whether I have money or not, I'm not a fool who would pay you five hundred thousand just to save face."
"Do you think everyone in the world is as stupid as you?"
Song Qiao's barrage of retorts left Jiang Yan speechless, his face turning ashen as he stood frozen.
"Song Qiao, I admit I accidentally hit his car earlier. It's probably not going to be easy to leave now."
"How should we resolve this? Should we call the police quickly?"
Wu Meng tugged at Song Qiao's sleeve and whispered a reminder.
She knew Jiang Yan was trying to extort them, but honestly, they were in the wrong.
This left her in a dilemma, wanting to see how Song Qiao would handle the situation.
If they really had to pay, it would be a huge loss.
"Listen up, kid. I have quite a few connections in this 4S dealership. You'd better pay me the five hundred thousand yuan today, and then kowtow to me three times on your knees."
"Then say 'I was wrong, Lord Jiang,' and I'll let you go."
Seeing Song Qiao's silence, Jiang Yan escalated his demands even further.
No one in the crowd around the parking lot stepped forward to intervene. They stood aside, amused, watching to see how Song Qiao would resolve this.
"Jiang Yan, are you sure you want to be this arrogant?"
Song Qiao frowned slightly. The muscles in his legs, which were vibrating slightly from coiled tension, indicated that he had completely lost his patience.
"Song, shut your damn mouth."
However, before he could finish speaking, Song Qiao suddenly lunged forward and kicked Jiang Yan's car.
With all his might, he kicked it.
Instantly, the car, still with its handbrake on, slid back a few feet.
The entire front of the car caved in from the force of the kick.
Everyone present fell silent. Not a single person dared to speak.
Song Qiao's strength had clearly surpassed normal human limits.
If that kick had landed on any of them, they would likely have died on the spot.
But Song Qiao was still not satisfied. He grabbed Jiang Yan, yanked his hair, and slammed his head against the car window.
Only when Jiang Yan was bleeding profusely and desperately begging for mercy did Song Qiao stop his actions, and he said calmly:
"Now I feel much better about you asking me for five hundred thousand yuan."
"If you had made me pay just now, wouldn't I have been a fool?"
Saying this, he tossed Jiang Yan aside like a piece of garbage, then turned to look at the stunned Wu Meng.
He shrugged nonchalantly, spread his hands, and smiled lightly, "What do you think? Isn't my solution worth it?"
Wu Meng's expression was a little dazed. Song Qiao's outrageous actions constantly surprised her.
But she had to admit, this display of brutal aesthetics had terrified Jiang Yan into acting like a dog, and it was quite satisfying.
The lingering anger from Jiang Yan's earlier inappropriate advances had completely vanished at this moment.
Looking at Song Qiao's imposing demeanor, she couldn't help but be lost in thought again.
She felt her heart had completely fallen for this man.
He was domineering, protective, and always unconditionally helped those he cared about.
Most importantly, he possessed nearly ten billion US dollars in assets.
Such a man was impossible to find even with a lantern. Wu Meng, being a woman on the verge of marriage, naturally had her own desires.
"Jiang Yan, didn't you want me to pay you five hundred thousand? Now I've broken your nose. While I don't think your life is worth fifty thousand yuan in my eyes, out of humanitarianism, I've decided to offer you some compensation."
"Coincidentally, I'm about to go in and buy a Mercedes for my employees. You just lie here obediently. When I come out with the car, I'll even deign to give you one."
"Consider it compensation for this incident. Are you satisfied with how this is resolved?"
Song Qiao looked at Jiang Yan, who was miserably sitting on the ground clutching his nose, feeling no sympathy. He walked over and taunted him again.