Was there a car accident?
Several people waiting by the entrance rushed towards the location of the loud noise.
The brand new supercar, only recently taken out of the shop, had collided with an extremely ordinary and somewhat old car.
Muye, with a groggy head, stumbled out of his vehicle, his legs trembling as he looked at the mangled front end.
He had only intended to go for a joyride.
But within a minute, disaster struck.
Recalling that the other car had suddenly swerved out, preventing the collision, Muye immediately rushed forward.
Just as he reached out to pull open the car door, it swung open, and Chu Fan stepped out with a calm expression.
"How do you drive?"
"Don't you know you need to slow down at intersections?"
"Do you know how expensive this car is?"
"Can you afford it?"
Furious, Muye practically plastered himself against Chu Fan.
Chu Fan, disliking being so close to people, could only step back.
However, this move made Muye think he was scared, and he pressed forward again.
"I'm telling you, if you don't replace it with a brand new one today, you're not leaving!"
"Damn it, I must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to run into you!"
"I..."
Growing more and more enraged, Muye instinctively raised his hand, ready to teach this clueless kid a lesson first.
*Slap...*
Before he could even move, a crisp sound rang out.
Muye saw nothing of how Chu Fan struck. In an instant, he felt the world spin, and his entire body went numb.
This scene was witnessed by several young members of the Nan family who had rushed over.
These six youths rarely appeared at the Nan family's premises, or rather, they lacked the status to do so, so none of them recognized Chu Fan.
Upon seeing Muye being hit, the six youths were enraged.
How could their own kin be bullied by an outsider?
"Damn it, you dare hit my cousin, charge!"
"Kill him!"
Without hesitation, the six lunged at Chu Fan.
But in the next second, they thoroughly realized that daring to attack a demon god was akin to being tired of living.
Dealing with these insignificant ants, Chu Fan didn't even move his hands, kicking them away one by one.
"Quick, call Brother Shan!"
"Get Brother Shan to bring his men!"
"You dare cause trouble at the Nan family's doorstep, you're asking to die!"
One of the youths immediately called Nan Baishan.
At that moment, Nan Baishan was discussing with the Nan family how to welcome Chu Fan. Upon receiving the call, his expression drastically changed.
"What? Keep an eye on him, don't let him run!"
After hanging up, Nan Baishan immediately rushed to the entrance and barked at five bodyguards, "Follow me!"
The supercar, waited for half a year, was crashed in the blink of an eye.
His own cousins and others were beaten by the other party.
Nan Baishan was furious.
He believed that the other party had dared to cause trouble outside the Nan family's gate out of sheer audacity.
At the crash site, Chu Fan stood with his hands behind his back, calmly gazing into the distance.
Muye, with a swollen face, glared at him fiercely, secretly vowing to break every finger of the hand that hit him once his cousin arrived.
He was completely unaware that Chu Fan's car was deformed from the crash, yet Chu Fan himself was completely unharmed.
Soon, Nan Baishan appeared not far away.
"Cousin, over here..."
What?
Could it be him?
Glancing at Chu Fan, Nan Baishan's heart skipped a beat.
He scurried to the scene.
Just as he was about to speak, Muye beat him to it, "Cousin, it's him! He suddenly rushed out from the intersection, not only crashing the supercar but also beating us!"
"Cousin, have the bodyguards break one of his legs first!"
Feeling that his backup had arrived, the agitated Muye failed to notice Nan Baishan's lips already trembling.
"Cousin, he..."
"Damn it!"
Nan Baishan slapped Muye's swollen cheek with his own hand.
"I'll kill you!"
At this moment, Nan Baishan truly wished that useless Muye would die.
Who else could he have provoked but Chu Fan?
The Nan family was already struggling with how to mend their relationship with Chu Fan and planning how to apologize to him.
Muye and the others were incompetent and only caused trouble, and now they had provoked Chu Fan outside.
Adding to the chaos.
"Beat them, break all their legs!"
Nan Baishan roared at the bodyguards, believing that only by doing so could he appease this demon.
What?
Muye and the others were utterly stunned.
They couldn't fathom why Nan Baishan would order the bodyguards to break their legs.
Screams, one after another.
After Muye and the others had their legs broken, Nan Baishan then walked towards Chu Fan, who had remained a detached observer throughout the entire ordeal.
"Sir, sir, are you... are you alright?"
His voice trembled, his upper body bent in half, his attitude extremely humble.
What?
At this moment, Muye and the others seemed to forget their broken leg pain, staring blankly like idiots.
"Sir?"
The person driving such a shabby car was addressed as "Sir" by Brother Shan?
Looking at Nan Baishan's nervous and humble demeanor, they finally understood why he had ordered the bodyguards to break their legs earlier.
This person was someone even Brother Shan couldn't afford to offend.
Chu Fan didn't even glance at Nan Baishan, turning instead towards the Nan family's residence.
In response, Nan Baishan dared not show any resentment, smiling and watching Chu Fan walk away.
He retracted his gaze and looked at the mangled supercar, his heart bleeding.
Then, he looked at the car Chu Fan had arrived in, genuinely unable to comprehend why someone of Chu Fan's status would drive such a car.
Little did he know.
What car could Chu Fan not obtain if he desired?
Even a globally limited edition would land in Shanhai City tomorrow if he wished.
However, high-profile was not Chu Fan's style.
This was why Ji Ningyue had casually arranged for an ordinary car.
Who knew that the car would meet its demise before it even truly started its journey.
The car crash was merely a minor farce to Chu Fan.
Muye and the others were young and reckless, ignorant of the immensity of the heavens and the earth. Nan Baishan, however, was somewhat sensible, breaking their legs as punishment. Chu Fan naturally had nothing more to say.
As his foot crossed the threshold of the Nan family's old mansion, Nan Xiuming and others received the news.
Soon, Nan Xiuming, leading the principal members of the Nan family, hurried over to greet him.
"Sir, please, please come in!"
"Everything is arranged, we are just waiting for Sir to be seated!"
Facing the exceptionally courteous Nan Xiuming, Chu Fan paid no mind, heading directly towards Qin Xue and smiling as he asked, "Aunt, you look well, have you not had any relapses recently?"
Seeing Chu Fan disregard the elder so readily, Qin Xue also felt helpless. She smiled and replied, "Since I took the medicine you gave me, the pain hasn't returned!"
"Let's go, Xiaofan, it's getting late, let's go in for dinner!"
Chu Fan nodded and walked forward with Qin Xue.
Nan Xiuming and the other Nan family members were now like attendants, obediently trailing behind.
At this moment, everyone's heart was filled with complex emotions.
The ground beneath their feet was the Nan family's old residence, the foundation of the Nan family in Shanhai City.
Those who could stroll leisurely through this place should, by rights, be members of the Nan family.
This scene was deeply ironic for the Nan family.
The banquet was grand, but unrelated individuals were arranged in separate courtyards.
Those who could sit and dine with Chu Fan, besides Qin Xue's family of three, were Nan Xiuming, Nan Ziyun, and Nan Baishan, the direct descendants of the Nan family.
After taking his seat, Chu Fan did not stand on ceremony and began to eat.
Nan Xiuming, raising his wine goblet, approached Chu Fan.
"Sir, I apologize for my previous oversight, my old eyes were dim, and I spoke some unpleasant words. I beg you to do me the honor of allowing me to toast you."
As for Chu Fan, he acted as if he were deaf, remaining unmoved by Nan Xiuming's toast.
The atmosphere in the hall was extremely awkward.
Nan Xiuming, holding the wine goblet, bent down and stayed beside Chu Fan.
Time ticked by, second by second.
Nan Ziyun and the others watched with eager eyes.
Chu Fan continued to eat and drink as if nothing were happening, completely ignoring Nan Xiuming.
At this moment, Nan Xiuming was enduring such agony that his old, cold legs began to tremble.
For the first time in his life, he felt so utterly humiliated.