Zhou Wang didn’t even unwrap the stack of money, he merely tossed it forward, throwing it right at Zhao Deli’s feet.
"Uncle, this money is for your compensation..."
Zhao Deli was stunned; before he could react, his wife quickly snatched up the stack of money and held it tightly to her chest.
Zhao Deli glanced at it and couldn’t help but feel a jolt in his heart seeing its thickness, though he still sneered on the surface, "Kid, don’t think this money settles everything, I’m telling you, this isn’t over!"
At this moment, Zhou Wang’s uncle and others were anxiously at a loss, thinking even if compensation was necessary, it shouldn’t be that much!
"You misunderstood."
But before they could say anything, Zhou Wang shook his head, walked to the window of the Tank 300, and under the stunned gazes of Zhao Deli and his friends, he picked up the brick again.
Before Zhao Deli could ask what the misunderstanding was, Zhou Wang swung his hand, and with a "bang," he slammed the brick out again, this time aiming at the front side window.
With his newfound experience, Zhou Wang controlled his strength perfectly, and with a "crack," the car window shattered again, as Zhou Wang nonchalantly withdrew his hand.
"The money I gave you wasn’t for just one smash."
Zhou Wang chuckled slightly, "Hmm, I don’t have many hobbies, but when I see improperly parked cars, my hands itch... Let me count, wow, your car has quite a few windows, eight in total front and back plus the sides, plus two mirrors—it’s just about right."
As he spoke, Zhou Wang raised the brick once more and with a "thud" shattered the Tank 300’s right rearview mirror.
"You son of a..."
Stunned, Zhao Deli finally reacted. He roared and tried to rush over, yet someone else moved even faster than Zhou Wang’s uncle and others.
Miao Ying, who had been silently observing Zhao Deli’s reaction, stepped forward swiftly and grabbed the mulberry branch in Zhao Deli’s hand right as he lifted it. The scene that unfolded next shocked everyone...
Zhao Deli couldn’t overpower Miao Ying!
As Zhao Deli’s face reddened, trying to pull back the branch, Miao Ying jerked hard and then suddenly let go, causing Zhao Deli to stumble back and fall to the ground.
Zhou Wang was a bit surprised, knowing Miao Ying had dabbled in things like "Sandboxing," but he didn’t expect her skills to be that good, watching her moves, he reckoned Zhao Deli definitely wasn’t her match.
"Trouser too spicy!"
"What... dissatisfied, really upset?"
Zhou Wang looked at the flustered Zhao Deli trying to get up and said with a laugh, "Uncle, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. How about this, I’ll let you smash my car too, and rest assured, no one will stop you!"
With that, Zhou Wang gave Miao Ying a glance, and she immediately ran off.
Never having suffered such humiliation before, Zhao Deli shouted angrily, "You think I don’t dare?"
As he spoke, Zhao Deli went to grab a brick from the corner.
"Second brother, forget it, that’s a Mercedes..."
Zhao Lao San whispered to Zhao Deli.
"I know it’s a Mercedes, just a GLC, a four or five hundred thousand car, I can afford to pay!"
Zhao Deli had long noticed the Mercedes GLC parked at the intersection. He didn’t know much about AMG or not, just knew this car wasn’t much more expensive than his Tank 300.
Of course, in his current heated state, even if he knew this wasn’t a regular GLC and cost seven to eight hundred thousand, he’d still grittingly smash it.
Whether he paid or not would be dealt with later, and even if he had to pay, a seven to eight hundred thousand car wouldn’t bankrupt him...
But this matter, he definitely had to express today!
However, just as he picked up a brick and hadn’t even reached the GLC, with a honk, a Mercedes G63 was driven over by Miao Ying, parking right in front of the GLC.
"Here, this is my car."
In Zhao Deli’s dazed state, Zhou Wang pointed at the big Mercedes G and made a welcoming gesture, "Uncle, please feel free, don’t be courteous with me!"
Zhao Lao San didn’t really understand the distinctions between big Mercedes and small Mercedes, but seeing his son’s expression, he couldn’t help but ask in a low voice, "What is it, second brother, is this car very expensive?"
"Two... two or three million."
Zhao Deli swallowed, and his lifted foot froze mid-step.
"To be precise, three hundred and fifty thousand."
Zhou Wang kindly explained, "Breaking my car window once, theoretically, would compensate me..."
Meeting Zhou Wang’s gaze, Miao Ying spoke, "Twenty to thirty thousand."
"Yes, just twenty or thirty thousand, no big deal, come, smash as you please... but Uncle, be careful, only smash the windows, touching other parts might cost a bit more."
Zhou Wang cheerfully reminded him.
"Son, let’s just leave it..."
Zhao Deli was in a dilemma, while Zhao Lao San already pulled at him, his face revealing indecision and hesitance.
A car worth millions was one thing, but crucially, anyone who could drive such an expensive car was seen by them as a big shot; how could they possibly confront that?
Even Zhao Deli’s wife gently tugged at him; although she didn’t speak, the implied meaning was clear.
"Uncle, if you still don’t want to move the car, then I’ll have no choice but to park my car right in front of your house too, so you can have a chance to smash it anytime like me."
As Zhou Wang spoke, he was about to direct Miao Ying to back the car into the entrance of Zhao Lao San’s house.
Zhao Deli finally couldn’t hold it anymore, lowering his head and walking towards the Tank 300.
Realizing that Zhao Deli had really conceded, the group of relatives who just came to their senses looked at each other, feeling intensely satisfied.
Especially Zhou Wang’s uncle, in over a decade, when had he ever seen Zhao Deli in such defeat?
Feeling so elated, if it weren’t for Zhou Dajun’s constant shakes of his head, he might have mocked further on the spot...
As the Tank 300 backed out of the narrow path, Zhao Lao San also sneaked silently back into the house. Zhou Wang looked up at his mother.
Seeing Zhao Guihua still whispering with a few amazed aunts, her face flushed with excitement and pride that she couldn’t conceal, he reluctantly walked over and gently reminded her.
"Mom, that’s enough, let’s go inside."
Zhao Deli had temporarily backed down, and Zhou Wang didn’t want to press further; having a group of them mocking face-to-face might provoke another incident.
"Oh, right, right, let’s all head inside and talk there!"
Zhao Guihua, with her wide grin, quickly invited everyone into Zhou Wang’s grandmother’s house, Miao Ying and Zhou Dajun turned to drive, while Jiang Qingkui stayed back with Zhou Wang.
"If you were going to keep smashing just now, I would have had to stop you."
Jiang Qingkui spoke softly at this moment.
"Why?" Zhou Wang was taken aback.
"Smashing any more might have crossed the line," Jiang Qingkui explained, "In our country, generally, five thousand is the standard for filing a case..."
"I know my limits; I didn’t really intend to wreck his car... Actually, if reasoning with these people worked, I wouldn’t resort to such methods."
Zhou Wang nodded, helplessly saying.
"Mr. Zhou, that family is quite the local tyrant in this village, have you considered what might happen afterward?"
Jiang Qingkui hesitated but asked tactfully, "Him tolerating for now doesn’t mean he’s truly conceded. What if later, when you’re not around..."
"Don’t worry, I’m aware."
Zhou Wang laughed, "Would you believe it if I said they might come over to apologize later?"
"That’s impossible, right?"
Jiang Qingkui naturally didn’t believe him, "Knowing you have money, they might be wary, but they have no reason to humble themselves to such an extent."
"Haha, you could call it good luck... well, good karma."
Zhou Wang chuckled, then waved it off, "Forget it, let’s not talk about that, we’ll find out soon enough."
Although Jiang Qingkui was puzzled, she nodded; however, she couldn’t help but twitch her lips when she glanced at Zhou Wang’s raised right hand.
"So, does your hand still hurt?"
Zhou Wang hadn’t expected Jiang Qingkui to notice, feeling a bit awkward for a moment, but he quickly coughed lightly and countered:
"It does a bit... what, you want to suck it?"
Jiang Qingkui, unable to bear it, immediately froze, turning her head slightly away.
Zhou Wang inexplicably found her tense demeanor somewhat cute, unable to resist pinching Jiang Qingkui’s cheek. As she turned back in surprise, he quickened his pace into the courtyard, shouting loudly:
"Wangcai, aren’t you going to come out and greet me!"
"Woof woof woof!"
"Darn, you’ve gotten fat again..."
Soon, barking echoed from the courtyard, followed by Zhou Wang’s hearty laughter.
Jiang Qingkui, still standing in place, snapped back to reality and couldn’t help but hum lightly and mutter to herself, "Immature!"