Under the Liberation Bridge.

Shortly after the Porsche Macan owner had made a call to rally reinforcements, an impressive scene caught his eye, leaving him momentarily blinded.

Leading the way was a black Porsche 911 with hazard lights flashing, followed by a convoy of over a dozen brand-new Porsche Macans, all without license plates.

They pulled up right next to him.

What... what kind of scene was this? A Porsche owners' club meetup?

Before he could snap out of his daze, the convoy stopped.

From the Porsche 911, a man stepped out, grabbing a hefty bag of cash from the passenger seat-it was Zhao Jiwei.

"Old Zhang!" Zhao Jiwei called out, tossing the bag over.

Instinctively, Zhang Jingshan caught the bag, which weighed over 30 pounds.

"Has Brother Ye and his wife left?" Zhao Jiwei asked.

"That bastard scared Yoyo. I told Brother Ye and his wife to take her home!" Zhang Jingshan replied.

At this point, the Porsche Macan owner and his wife were dumbfounded.

Earlier, Zhang Jingshan's offhand insult had sent him into a rage. Now, the phrase "bastard" left him trembling uncontrollably.

The contents of the bag were beyond doubt-after all, the number "one million" had been mentioned earlier. What he dismissed as a bluff was now real, made even more credible by the display of new Porsches.

Panic set in, and his mind raced back to the lack of any response from the traffic police. Could it be true that the other party's phone call had made them retreat?

One call to turn back the traffic police.

One call to summon over a dozen brand-new Porsches.

Even if he were a fool, he couldn't ignore the situation.

"What are you planning to do?"

Zhao Jiwei glanced coldly at the middle-aged couple and asked sternly.

"Planning to do? No rush!" Zhang Jingshan cracked his neck and said with a grin. "This fool just accused me of refusing a toast and called for his backup. Let's see who he can actually summon in Jiangzhou!"

Then, his tone shifted: "This was such a trivial matter, just a few grand in damage. Knowing Brother Ye, he wouldn't have bothered filing an insurance claim to complicate things. As long as nobody got hurt, a few grand would've settled it. But this idiot and his wife wouldn't stop running their mouths, scaring Yoyo to the point of tears!"

Hearing this, Zhao Jiwei's face darkened as he patted Zhang Jingshan on the chest and strode forward.

Looking at the now-panicked Porsche Macan owner, he asked coldly, "What's your name?"

"N-no, it's a misunderstanding. Just a misunderstanding!" The man stammered. "We were in a hurry, had some urgent matters to deal with. That's why, when we got rear-ended, we lost our temper. I'm so sorry! I'll personally apologize to that lady! And the accident-it's my fault. My sudden braking caused the collision. I'll take responsibility and cover the repairs for the Honda Fit!"

Although a Porsche Macan is just a few hundred thousand yuan, anyone who could afford one wasn't entirely stupid.

Even if he was slow to catch on, the middle-aged man now understood that he had provoked someone he couldn't afford to mess with. The arrogance and aggression from earlier had completely evaporated, leaving only fear.

"Where's all that bravado now? The chest-thumping and car-smashing threats? The strength to grab my collar?" Zhang Jingshan sneered as he stepped forward.

"S-sorry! I'm so sorry!" The man stammered.

Before he could finish, Zhang Jingshan kicked him hard in the chest.

"Sorry, my ass! You think buying a Macan makes you somebody? You've somehow turned driving a Macan into a Bugatti Veyron-level flex? Even Rolls-Royce owners stay civil after a collision, but you-a broke Macan driver-act all violent and hostile? And the accident was caused by your sudden braking! Just because it's a Honda Fit, you think it's okay to bully the driver?"

"What era are we in? Third-party insurance starts at a million these days, and you think a little Macan can scare people off? Even Rolls-Royce owners don't act as high and mighty as you!"

As Zhang Jingshan's tirade continued, filled with biting logic, the Macan owner quickly scrambled to his feet.

"It's my fault! All my fault!" He apologized profusely.

Meanwhile, the previously brash and aggressive middle-aged woman now stood pale and speechless.

Suddenly, a few ordinary SUVs approached and parked behind the shiny new Macans.

A dozen men jumped out of the vehicles.

"Boss Huang!" One of them called out loudly from afar, clearly shaken by the display of Porsche Macans but still unaware of the full situation.

He rushed toward the scene of the accident, only to freeze in his tracks upon arrival.

"The grandson of the former Party Secretary, Zhang Jingshan?"

"The coal baron's son who's now making waves in Jiangzhou?"

Wait... the people involved in the accident were these two?!

"Y-Young Master Zhang!" The man stammered, his face pale.

"You know me?" Zhang Jingshan frowned.

"Y-Yes, Young Master Zhang! My big brother is Nine Fingers!" The man stammered.

"Nine Fingers? And who's that supposed to be?" Zhang Jingshan asked indifferently.

"Young Master Zhang, Nine Fingers works for Boss Xiong in East City!" The man was sweating profusely now.

Though Zhang Jingshan might not appear to have any strong connections on the surface-after all, his grandfather Zhang Weimin had retired long ago-anyone involved in Jiangzhou's circles knew that Zhang Jingshan had deep ties on both sides of the law.

One phone call from him, and the police would start digging up past records. Anyone with a shady past would be done for.

If Zhang Jingshan knew the man's current thoughts, he might've laughed in disbelief, Am I really this impressive?

"So, your brother's boss is Black Bear?" Zhang Jingshan chuckled.

"Yes, yes."

"So you're here to back this guy up? He's the one who called you?" Zhang Jingshan asked, pointing to the Macan owner.

"Young Master Zhang, I... I didn't know it was you! If I had known, I wouldn't have come even if you gave me a hundred guts!"

"Oh, so you're saying you'd have stepped in if it were someone else? In today's lawful society, with crackdowns on crime still ongoing, you people are already causing trouble again? Do you think the food in detention is tasty, or that the accommodations are cozy?" Zhang Jingshan sneered.

His words made the man's legs tremble.

"Young Master Zhang, n-no, it's all a misunderstanding! Huang just sends me a little money now and then, and I felt bad, so I came to help out. I wasn't planning to cause trouble. Like you said, it's a lawful society. Who dares mess around these days?"

"Oh? And what if I don't feel like being reasonable?" Zhang Jingshan asked with a smirk.

"Young Master Zhang, w-what do you mean?" The man was dumbfounded.