Chapter 264

Chapter 264: Hit-and-Run Setup A few days later, another case involving Jiangshi Group went to court. Jiang Shixu had flown to Shencheng early that morning to attend a very important international business summit and wouldn't be able to return to Jiangcheng until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest, so he couldn't sit in on Chu Tang's court hearing. Chu Tang was highly competent professionally and had prepared thoroughly. When she walked out of the courthouse after the hearing, she was confident and refreshed. She checked the time—11:30 in the morning. Jiang Shixu was probably busy right now. Even though she missed him and wanted to call him and hear his voice, Chu Tang held herself back. She didn't want to disturb Jiang Shixu when he was busy. Today, Chu Tang had taken the Porsche Panamera—the most low-key and cheapest car in the garage. It was still a luxury car, but at least it didn't look too flashy. A Wen was driving as usual. Half an hour later, they arrived near the law firm. The stretch of road in front of the law firm was always congested with traffic. It was now the peak of the midday rush hour, and the road was jammed. The white Porsche Panamera was crawling along at a snail's pace in the long line of cars. Suddenly, out of nowhere, an elderly man appeared and collapsed straight to the ground. Right in front of Chu Tang's car. Running him over was out of the question, so Chu Tang had no choice but to get out and check on the situation. Just as she was about to open the door and get out, something occurred to Chu Tang. She looked up and asked A Wen, "Is the dashcam recording?" "It's on." Chu Tang thought for a moment, then said, "A Wen, come down with me too and record a video on your phone." "Okay." Chu Tang got out to check on the elderly man. The old man had graying hair and looked to be in his seventies or eighties—skinny as a rake, gaunt and sallow-faced. His eyes were closed, and painful groans escaped his lips. He looked genuinely unwell, not like someone deliberately staging a hit-and-run scam. Chu Tang didn't dare rush over to help him up, afraid that moving him might make things worse. She called 120 directly. The ambulance arrived quickly and took the old man to the hospital. Chu Tang and A Wen followed along to the hospital as well. The old man was revived. The doctor said he'd suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and was lucky to have been brought in time—if they'd been any later, he wouldn't have made it. Soon, the old man's family arrived at the hospital. Three people: a couple who looked to be around fifty, and a young man in his twenties. The one leading them was the old man's son. The man started off relatively pleasant, saying to Chu Tang, "Thank you for bringing my dad to the hospital. Miss, could we talk somewhere else? It's too crowded and noisy here." Chu Tang wanted to see what the man was really up to, so she nodded. "Sure." The wife and son behind him said nothing. The three of them walked out of the hospital building to an open area outside. Chu Tang discreetly scanned her surroundings. No surveillance cameras. So she turned on her phone's voice recorder. Once they were outside, the man finally dropped the act and showed his true colors. Instead of thanking Chu Tang for saving his father's life, he gave her a strange look and spoke in an odd tone. The man raised his chin slightly, his expression arrogant and cold, even tinged with contempt. "So you're the one who brought my dad to the hospital?" Chu Tang: "Yes." Chu Tang's brows furrowed. Judging by the man's posture, he was probably... Just as Chu Tang expected, the man's next words came: "You're the one who pushed him down?" Chu Tang's expression instantly became unreadable, with a look of "just as I thought." A flicker of mockery passed through her eyes. She curled her lips coldly and shook her head. "No. Your father fell on his own. Nobody pushed him." "Heh, still talking tough, are you? My dad's in great shape—he's over seventy and still does manual labor at home. If you hadn't pushed him, why would he suddenly fall while walking on the road?" Then the man delivered that classic line. "If you didn't push him, why would you help him up?" His expression was fierce and menacing. Chu Tang listened and suddenly laughed in exasperation. "The doctor said your father had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. He's still lying in the ICU right now, and you don't even care about him—all you can think about is staging a hit-and-run scam. You're really a fine son to him." "Don't give me all that nonsense," the man said, holding up three fingers. "Three million for medical expenses plus nutritional and nursing fees." A cold smile curled at the corner of Chu Tang's lips. She said two words, icily: "Dream on." "You hurt someone and you're still this brazen? Three million is already the low end!" The woman beside him spoke up. "You should count yourself lucky—my dad survived, so we're only asking for three million. If anything had happened to him, three million wouldn't have been enough to settle this. You'd be going to prison!" "Prison? Fine. Go ahead and call the police. Hurry up and report it—let the police handle it." Chu Tang sat down on a nearby bench, as calm as could be. The man's eyes darted around. "If you can't afford three million, then two million will do." Chu Tang looked at him with amusement. "Oh, dropping a million in one go? How generous. Why not drop fifty thousand and make it two hundred fifty thousand? Isn't the number 250 just perfect for you lot?" The man was furious and roared, "Who the hell are you calling a 250?" Chu Tang replied with a smile, "I'm calling you a 250, of course. Can't you even tell that?" "You cheap bitch, how dare you insult me!" The man, frantic with rage, charged forward to throw a punch. A Wen kicked him to the ground with a single swift motion. The man hadn't expected a woman to have such strength. Clutching his stomach in pain, he struggled to his feet. "Honey, are you okay?" The woman beside him hurried over to support him. "You dare hit my dad? I'll fight you!" The man in his twenties also charged forward with a shout. A flicker of impatience passed through A Wen's eyes. Her gaze seemed to say: How dare all these trashy nobodies come challenge me? Back when she was still an assassin, every target she took on was skilled and formidable—full of challenge. Later, when she switched careers to become a bodyguard protecting royalty and nobility, she'd clash with assassins every few days. Whether it was gunfights or hand-to-hand combat, it was all thrilling and satisfying. But she'd been by Chu Tang's side for so long now, dealing with idiots like these day in and day out. Not a single one could put up a real fight. It had been ages since she'd had a proper brawl. The young man charged at her, and A Wen took him down in two moves, leaving him writhing on the ground in pain. Seeing both her husband and son beaten, the woman was furious and threatened, "You dare assault people in broad daylight? Is there no law anymore? I'm calling the police to have you arrested! If you're smart, you'll pay our medical bills now, and I won't press charges. But if you don't, then you can just wait to rot in jail!" Chu Tang smiled sweetly at her. "Go ahead, call the police. Hurry up." The woman gritted her teeth and pulled out her phone. "Don't you regret this!" Chu Tang said nothing, just smiled. Soon, the woman dialed 110 and reported the incident. The man shouted, "What are you doing! Why are you calling the police!" He was panicking now. Chu Tang stood by, enjoying the show.