Chapter 11: You think I'd let you bully me?

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Sitting in the car, Fang Chang seemed itchy all over, constantly scratching himself.

"Damn little wench! Daring to seduce me! You dare seduce me!"

"If it weren't for your fate, I'd probably give you a real beating!"

Fang Chang gritted his teeth, scratching his back.

Ku Duo, seeing Fang Chang's actions through the rearview mirror, blankly asked, "Young Master, do you want me to scratch your itch?"

"No need!"

Fang Chang said irritably, "Drive your car!"

After stopping Ku Duo's help, Fang Chang's brain began to work at lightning speed.

He didn't know if his words today had any effect, but seeing that Qing Luan hadn't chased after him, it should have worked, right?

After all, his acting skills were superb!

A man three-tenths drunk, acting until you cry, is no joke.

After downing that large glass of wine, Fang Chang, emboldened by the alcohol, even believed the words he uttered!

Even when he went outside, if a cool breeze hadn't woken him up, he would have thought he was that kind of person!

"No..."

Fang Chang sighed softly, "Even so, there's no guarantee of survival. The chosen ones and chosen women have already appeared in this world, so how far away can the chosen villains be?"

"Damn this cheat ability, besides being able to see other people's data panels, it has nothing... Wait! Stop the car!"

Screech!

The sudden braking left two tracks on the ground.

A faint smell of burning filled the air.

Fang Chang didn't even have time to feel the pain of hitting the seat back before immediately pushing open the door and getting out.

The reason was simple: just now, with a thought, his cheat ability activated, and he saw a special golden destiny chart by the roadside!

Bang! The car door slammed shut.

Fang Chang quickly walked to a stall.

The stall didn't have anything else on it, just a handwritten banner: 100,000 for a divination, no guarantee of accuracy!

The pretentious air of mystery subconsciously evoked a sense of unease.

Most importantly, a handsome young man sat at the stall.

100,000 for a divination, no guarantee of accuracy? Anyone daring to write such words was either a true master or a fraud, but why would a master set up a stall on the street? Weren't they the VIPs of the wealthy?

Besides, this kid was so young!

But Fang Chang saw through the deception!

Name: Ye Xiang

Destiny: Chosen One, Fatal Diviner, Obsessive Personality, Martial Arts Prodigy…

That dazzling golden destiny—unless Fang Chang was blind, how could he not see it!

“Hmm?”

Seeing Fang Chang sitting opposite him, Ye Xiang asked in surprise, “Fortune telling?”

“Yes!”

Fang Chang nodded, then directly scanned the QR code on the table with his phone. For a rich second-generation like him, a limit? Non-existent!

Ding!

"Ten thousand yuan has arrived..."

Hearing the notification sound from his phone, Ye Xiang was taken aback. He clearly hadn't expected Fang Chang to be so quick to agree.

Ye Xiang made a hand seal, and after a moment, the astonishment in his eyes deepened.

"A path to wealth, a short-lived fate, a fleeting moment of glory, begging on the streets?"

Ye Xiang was secretly amazed by the divination he had performed for Fang Chang.

Although somewhat surprised, Ye Xiang didn't reveal Fang Chang's fate. Instead, he asked doubtfully, "You believe me?"

"I believe you!"

Fang Chang spoke earnestly, "Looking at your sincere face, I know you wouldn't lie to me."

"..."

Hearing Fang Chang's words, Ye Xiang chuckled, "I'm a fortune teller, and you're reading my face?"

"I don't know..."

Fang Chang shook his head, "It's just a feeling, I think you wouldn't lie to me!"

"Handsome guy!"

Just then, a passerby who had been watching for a while mocked, "Don't believe this kind of swindler. 100,000 yuan? Make him give you back your money! Wouldn't it be better to buy some good food and drinks with that 100,000 yuan? Even doing charity would be better than throwing it away!"

"He's really burning money."

"Huh?"

Fang Chang turned around and saw a middle-aged man looking at Ye Xiang with envy.

After all, that was 100,000 yuan!

A middle-aged man had approached Ye Xiang earlier to ask about something, but Ye Xiang immediately demanded 100,000 yuan. Enraged, the man stood aside and repeatedly told passersby that Ye Xiang was a fraud, threatening to post his name online.

Just now, seeing Fang Chang in his luxury car, Fang Chang assumed Ye Xiang would offend this rich kid and get beaten up. Who would have thought the rich kid would actually pay?

Fang Chang, seeing the jealousy in the middle-aged man's eyes, guessed everything.

"Handsome, listen to me!"

The middle-aged man said earnestly, "This kind of fraudster isn't a master. If you have that money, why not buy your parents some gifts? Really! Or give it to me, I'll help you manage your finances. I'm a famous financial guru!"

"I can easily double your money. Get your money back quickly, don't give it to this fraudster."

The repeated taunts and attempts to cut off someone's livelihood—even a clay figure has some temper!

Ye Xiang's calm expression gradually vanished.

But before he could react, Fang Chang slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

"What are you barking about?! Trying to teach me how to do things?"

"Huh?"

Seeing Fang Chang slam his fist on the table, the middle-aged man instinctively took a step back, feeling a little intimidated. But thinking of the 100,000 yuan, he forced a smile and said, "You're young, easily fooled."

"It's not a problem for me to teach you, is it? It's all for your own good! Why be a spendthrift? Wouldn't it be better to use that money to make more money?"

"Damn it! Ku Duo! Ku Duo!!!"

Hearing Fang Chang's shout, Ku Duo, who had just parked his car and was jogging over, quickened his pace and arrived in front of Fang Chang.

"Young Master!"

"Beat him up! Beat him hard!"

"Yes! Young Master!"

Ku Duo didn't waste any words, nodded in agreement, and turned to charge at the middle-aged man.

Seeing a muscular man rushing towards him, the middle-aged man jumped in fright: "I told you not to mess around! This is the law... Ah!!!"

A scream rang out as the middle-aged man was knocked down by Kudo and then subjected to a barrage of punches and kicks.

The middle-aged man clutched his head, groaning in pain.

Watching the middle-aged man roll on the ground, Fang Chang sneered: "I can tolerate being bullied by them, but you think you can bully me? Everyone knows I'm a bully who picks on the weak... Bah! I call this following my heart!"

"People are out here in the sun and wind telling fortunes, they don't even have any business to begin with, and you come and ruin it!"

"I believe him, and I'm willing to spend the money, so what? And you call me a spendthrift? I'm happy to spend! If you dare say this brother is a liar again, I'll break your legs!"

Ye Xiang stared at the furious Fang Chang, stunned.

For some reason, he felt a warm glow inside.

In all these years, Fang Chang was the first person to believe him, and even fight for him.

Seeing the man's wails gradually subside, Fang Chang finally told Ku Duo to stop, then took out several stacks of cash from his pocket and threw them at the man's face.

The man, who had been crying, froze instantly, then overjoyedly said to Ku Duo, "Um, what if this young master isn't satisfied yet? Why don't you hit him a few more times? Otherwise, I don't feel safe holding this money."