Chapter 480: Juvenile Delinquency
Zhang Yiyi felt an infinite amount of strength in her hand, and only after slapping the scammer three or four times did she feel a bit relieved.
When she wanted to let go after hitting enough, she suddenly noticed the disgusting face of the tricycle driver seemed to stick to her hand and could not be easily shaken off unless she exerted force.
Her heart was curious, and with one more fling of her hand against the wall, with a "bang", she finally managed to throw him off.
"Ouch, wow, she’s hitting people, she’s going to kill someone," the scammer, having been hit enough, stumbled, tumbled, and crawled on the ground, with blood dripping from his nose and mouth.
Zhang Yiyi incredulously looked at her own hand; no way, when had she become so strong, beating up an adult man as if squashing a caterpillar.
"You, you stole something and still dare to act tough on my turf," the security guard regained his composure, checked his hand, found the communicator gone, hurriedly pulled out his security stick, and pointed at the three: "You stole and assaulted someone. I’m calling the police right now, let’s see how you out-of-towners handle this?"
"Go ahead, report it quickly, do it now. Weren’t you just talking about going to jail? Now that I think about it, go ahead, we are all under eighteen, we’re minors, I don’t believe you can get the police to arrest us all," Zhang Yiyi stood with her hands on her hips, unabashed in her bold defiance.
Xuerou and Xiao Xian looked at her incredulously, not bad at all, it seems swallowing a colorful gecko really enlightened Yiyi; she even knows how to use legal means to defend her rights now.
"You will see, minors?" The security guard heard Zhang Yiyi’s latter half of the sentence; the security stick in his hand paused.
Minors, the tricycle driver who had been slapped several times on the ground also covered his mouth, and was just as stunned, what, these thug-like trio were all minors. This is too irresponsible of today’s parents, how could they let three minors roam about, just short of robbery and arson.
At that moment, the communicator snatched by Xuerou sounded off.
The security guard glared at Xuerou, snatched back the communicator, and pressed the talk button, realizing they were minors, this matter was about to get complicated, seems like he needed to contact these kids’ parents for compensation discussions.
"Captain, there has been an incident here. The residents upstairs stole... what," the security guard quickly glanced at the tricycle driver still moaning on the ground, his expression changing dramatically.
Zhang Yiyi thought about her recent actions, and belatedly felt a bit scared, standing beside Xiao Xian and Xuerou. Xiao Xian gave her a thumbs up, and Xuerou also patted her hand, signaling her not to be nervous.
"Okay, I am upstairs right now, okay, bring someone over, I’ll manage the scene," the security guard hung up the phone, hesitating, he asked the tricycle driver on the ground: "Wang Rong, tell me the truth, did your vehicle really get stolen?"
"Really, just at the entrance of the business street ahead, it was these three hooligans who stole my vehicle, didn’t I tell you already," the scammer finally got up from the ground, wiping the blood from his nose and mouth clean.
He and the security guard of Sunset District grew up together, that guy got into a security company and was assigned to Sunset District.
Because this area was occupied by well-off residents, the tricycle driver, with the help of his childhood friend, scammed or even extorted money from the guests several times without ever being caught. Only in the case of Xiao Xiansa did he suffer a loss.
"Don’t say anymore, wait until the captain comes up, then you can explain well," no sooner had the security guard finished speaking, the elevator light turned red.
Earlier, the security captain who stopped the fight at the door, came in with a man dressed wealthy, in a suit and tie.
"Manager Dong, this is the electric tricycle driver, Wang Rong," the security captain introduced with a frown.
"Ah, has my vehicle been found? Where is it?" The tricycle driver eagerly asked, no longer caring about the pain in his cheek.
"Where it is doesn’t matter, what’s important is that your vehicle hit Manager Dong’s car, a BMW 7-series, just registered last month," the security captain said irritably.
"BMW 7-series? No, it wasn’t me, my vehicle was stolen last night. It must have been her who hit your car, it must have been like this," hearing it was a BMW, and moreover a seven-figure 7-series, let alone whether his vehicle could damage the other’s vehicle, even just touching a headlight or breaking a bumper could make him bankrupt.