Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

"I...I..."

When the waiter heard the man's shouts, his body trembled and he grew even more frightened.

"Don't tell me you don't even have a driver's license?" the man suddenly said.

The waiter's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded.

"Fuck, really? You don't even have a driver's license and you're driving for someone? And it's a BMW 760?!"

The man laughed heartily to himself, thinking that he had really come across a big fool today.

Alright, his own losses were going to be reimbursed.

And he wouldn't have to pay for the BMW either.

The traffic laws are just like that, regardless of who's at fault, driving without a license is always full liability.

Actually, the waiter had been driving just fine, Ye Ling had seen it all.

But the man had been distracted while driving, which is why he ended up hitting the waiter's car as it was backing up.

"Bro, that's not how you should handle things, right?"

Just then, Ye Ling walked over.

The man glanced at Ye Ling and said, "Then how should it be handled? He's driving without a license, he scraped my car, come on, tell me, who's right and who's wrong?"

"He's driving without a license, which is indeed his fault, but you were distracted while driving just now, and you're saying that he scraped your car? Clearly, you hit his car, didn't you?" Ye Ling said.

"Which eye saw me driving distracted?" the man said aggressively.

"Both eyes saw it."

"Don't stick your nose in business that's not yours. It's his mistake for driving without a license, it has nothing to do with you."

Seeing that Ye Ling had noticed his distraction, the man became somewhat displeased.

However, he sneered to himself.

Even if he had been distracted, the waiter was driving without a license, so it was all the waiter's responsibility.

"I'm absolutely going to handle this issue today," Ye Ling said.

"Big brother, this... it's indeed my fault, you should stay out of it," the waiter said gratefully.

If Ye Ling had been driving a BMW, then the waiter would happily welcome Ye Ling's help.

But Ye Ling was only driving a Chery, while the other guy had a Ford Explorer, which clearly made him much wealthier than Ye Ling.

The waiter was an honest person and didn't want Ye Ling to wade into this messy situation.

"Let's not talk about you driving without a license for now; the key point is that if this guy hadn't been distracted, none of this would have happened, right?" Ye Ling said to the waiter.

"Damn it, he shouldn't be driving without a license. If he hadn't driven at all, would this have happened?" the man cursed.

Ye Ling felt somewhat helpless. No matter what, the waiter had ended up driving the BMW to find another parking spot because Ye Ling had taken the first spot he couldn't just ignore it, right?

"Alright then."

Ye Ling walked up to the Ford and took a look before saying, "How about this, the damage here isn't too severe, I'll give you 10,000 yuan to fix it up, and we'll call the matter settled, what do you say?"

"10,000 yuan?"

The man's eyes widened in disbelief: "Are you trying to fob me off like I'm a beggar? My car is a high-end model worth nearly 700,000 yuan on the road. You're offering me 10,000 yuan?"

The damage to the car was indeed not light, so Ye Ling asked, "Then how much do you want?"

"100,000!" the man demanded fiercely, right off the bat.

In his heart, he thought, since Ye Ling was willing to play the fool, then he should take him for all he could.

After all, if he didn't pay up, he would just call the police, and not only would the waiter be detained for driving without a license, but he would also have to compensate for the BMW.

His own car, well, that was manageable, maybe 20,000 or 30,000, but the BMW's rims were even bent; that would definitely be no less than 100,000.

"100,000? Brother, don't you think that's a bit much?"

Ye Ling frowned and said, "How about this, I give you 30,000, which should be enough for repairs, and consider the rest as a treat for drinks from me, how's that?"

"Do I look like I'm short of drinks?"

The man sneered, "It's 100,000! If that's not okay, let's call the police. A detention for driving without a license could last ten to fifteen days, right? He'll have to pay for the BMW, and my car damages as well."

"Driving a car worth 700,000 and you're squabbling over this amount?" Ye Ling said.

"What a joke, you think tens of thousands aren't money? Whose fault is it for driving without a license? Who else is there to blame for his misfortune?"

"Stop f*cking wasting my time here. If you really want to settle this privately, then it's 100,000. If you don't want to settle, I'll call the police right now; I've got no time to waste here with you."

"So you're determined not to speak nicely, is that it?" Ye Ling's expression turned grim.

"You trying to frighten me?"

The man sneered, "What an eye-opener. This guy wrecks my car, and you come out acting all high and mighty. If you can't afford to pay, what are you posturing for? Acting tough is one thing, but you want to get physical, is it?"

"Tsk, you're not being honest, man!"

Ye Ling walked towards the man.

Seeing Ye Ling approach, the man immediately opened the trunk and pulled out a long knife.

The man wasn't involved with the underworld; he just often drove long distances, so he kept a knife in the car in case of emergencies.

"What, you wanna try me?" the man taunted.

"Isn't that considered possession of a controlled knife?" Ye Ling said.

"Stop your bullsh*t with me. Just tell me, are we settling this or should I call the cops?"

"To hell with you!" Ye Ling wasted no words and kicked towards the man.

The kick was so fast that the man couldn't even react.

There was a thud, and blood immediately sprayed from the man's mouth and nose.

The waiter stood dumbfounded, his eyes wide, unsure what to say.

He was a bit scared; after all, it was his fault for driving without a license, so how could this young man just hit someone?

That's how honest people are—they don't understand anything and get frightened by the slightest show of aggression.

"It was clearly your fault, and yet you dare to hit me?!" the man roared as he got up.

"Who's in the wrong, you know better than I do."

Ye Ling said, "Look at him. Does he look like he has money? Your demands are always 100,000. Could he even come up with that if you killed him? A waiter making a few thousand a month, plus dealing with the BMW, you're driving a 700,000 car and yet have no humanity?"

"Just because I have no money, I can drive without a license, and I have to submit and be polite to everyone? I'm rich, so that's my fault now?" the man yelled.

"No one's asking you to be humble or polite, nor is it wrong to have money, but if you're being so overbearing just because you have money, then that's where you go wrong," Ye Ling retorted.

Ye Ling pointed at the damage on the Explorer and continued, "I said I'd give you 30,000 just now. That's enough for the repairs, but you were too greedy, insisting on 100,000. Isn't that asking for a beating?"