Chang Jing's skills were so good that the tattooed men mistook him for one of their own, so while begging for mercy, they brought up their big brother, the Crown Prince, hoping to intimidate Chang Jing.

"Crown Prince? What Crown Prince? The Qing Dynasty has long since collapsed and is extinct. You're talking to me about the Crown Prince? I'm talking about the Emperor!"

In fact, Chang Jing vaguely remembered that in his previous life, there was a famous Prince Hotel in Dongguan City, which was known for its beautiful women and first-class service. As long as you had money and made any demands, they could satisfy you.

He is indeed making money now, and he hasn't been making money for another ten years or so. But Chang Jing has his own bottom line; he won't make money like this.

"You've got guts! Don't you dare leave here..."

"Are you all stupid? Whether I have guts or not is none of your business, you bunch of idiots! Do you think you can even see or touch my genitals? I'm going home for dinner after I beat you all up!"

Chang Jing can be a bit crazy when he gets roguish. He just wants to curse and beat people up until he feels good, without caring whether these people have connections or backgrounds.

"This man is crazy! Help me up, let's run!"

A coward with a modicum of sense saw his companion faking death, so he quickly kicked him awake and they plotted their escape.

But Chang Jing, with his keen senses, would not let them escape. He smashed the iron pipe in his hand into the man's back.

"Run? I haven't opened my heart yet, so no one can escape."

Like playing whack-a-mole, whoever popped up got whacked. Sheila's car didn't dare to stop and show off, and pedestrians avoided the area. As a result, these tattooed men were beaten to a pulp by Chang Jing and left lying on the ground.

"I kindly offered you a few thousand dollars as a reward for your hard work, but you were too greedy. Today, I'll teach you what it means to be greedy and end up poor."

Several more minutes passed before Chang Jing stopped, his hands aching. Seeing that the person in front of him was too weak to get up, he finally took out his phone to call Xu Yumei.

"Xiao Jing, how are you now? Don't be afraid. I'm going to the police station to report this right away. The police will be here to rescue you soon."

Ten minutes ago, Xu Yumei finally persuaded the driver to go to the police station together, but neither of them were familiar with Dongguan City and had no idea where the police station was.

After asking many people, I finally found out the location of the police station, and then I drove around looking for it, which took up a lot of time.

Xu Yumei received a call from Chang Jing while she was in the car. The driver told her that the police station was just two more intersections away.

"Sister Yumei, I'm fine, no need to call the police. Where are you now? Can you turn back and pick me up?"

Upon hearing what the driver said, Chang Jing quickly stopped Xu Yumei from actually running to call the police. It was better to avoid trouble; calling the police would waste too much time and would also leave clues for the other party to find him.

"You're really okay, don't lie to me, I..."

"It's okay, it's really okay. Let the driver turn around and pick me up! We shouldn't call the police on someone else's turf to avoid trouble later."

Xu Yumei, who had been interrupted by Chang Jing, listened to his advice and told the driver to turn around and go back to pick up the person immediately.

Chang Jing was carefree; he beat up the people and ran away. Little did he know that after being taken to the hospital, these people, in order to save face, described Chang Jing as an ancient knight-errant who knew martial arts and could leap over walls.

Those who were interested in learning more inquired further: How could a teenager fight ten people at once and escape unscathed?

This isn't an enemy; this is a truly talented individual. If we could recruit such a person for the Crown Prince, our future would be incredibly bright.

So this person began to investigate Chang Jing's background and learned that the other party came to the Dongguan wholesale market to purchase goods, but did not leave any contact information.

"Are you sure you don't know where that truck came from?"

“Brother Shen, the cameras in our parking lot just happened to be broken. With all the trucks coming and going every day, how could we possibly remember which one it was?”

The people in the parking lot were just ordinary workers; they wouldn't dare get involved in that kind of thing. So, the person who wanted to investigate returned empty-handed. But he wasn't giving up. There were more than a dozen people lying in the hospital who had been beaten up. Surely those people could provide some clues!

So they went to the hospital for a detailed inquiry, but all the dozen or so people remembered was that they had been beaten up; they didn't know anything about the truck's license plate number or anything else.

The most ironic thing is that the tattooed man chose a road without cameras when he cut off the car, and now they can't find the surveillance footage even if they want to check it.

"Damn it, you bunch of idiots, you deserved to get beaten up, you didn't even remember who your opponent was."

Shen left the hospital in a fit of rage and rushed to the traffic bureau, only to find no clues, which made him even angrier.

What can you do if you can't find anyone? You can only vent your anger on those useless people lying in the hospital. The tattooed guy in the hospital was told to be discharged and go home to recover before his injuries had even healed.

At the same time, Brother Shen instructed the people at the clothing wholesale market to keep a close eye on Chang Jing's whereabouts. If he came to Dongguan to wholesale clothing again, they should politely ask him to stay.

After Xu Yumei picked up Chang Jing, although her tension eased considerably, the cold sweat on her back made her determined:

I'll just restock by phone this winter; she definitely won't be coming here again anytime soon.

"Xiao Jing, I'm so glad you're alright. If something had really happened to you, I'd regret bringing you to Dongguan."

If her mother found out about what happened today, she'd definitely give her a good scolding. Xu Yumei felt uneasy thinking about her mother Chang Jing's aunt.

"Sister Yumei, what happened today was just a small accident. Let's not mention it when we get back."

He was also afraid of being nagged by his family and relatives, so as soon as he guessed Xu Yumei's plan, he quickly stopped her from going back and telling her family about it.

"Luckily, we got all the business cards from the clothing wholesale markets this time. We can just call to restock this winter. For the rest, we'll go to the Thirteen Factories and Baima Clothing Wholesale Markets here!"

Fearing that Xu Yumei would worry, Chang Jing made arrangements for the subsequent delivery of the goods. It was another three-hour drive back. Because the truck driver had been a little frightened that day, Chang Jing made Xu Yumei pay double the charter fee.

"Driver, I think you should stop driving to Guancheng for a while. Try running the Guancheng route again in a bit!"

"Okay, I'll do as you say. I was originally thinking of not taking any more orders from there recently."

With double the charter fee, what could the driver possibly complain about? Besides, Chang Jing and the others had already given him a lot, and this doubled amount was something he might not earn in a week.

With someone taking care of the house in the countryside and the clothing store business settled, Chang Jing should have been living a comfortable life. However, when Chang Jianmin from the Chang family went back to process the divorce, he learned that Chang Jing had actually demolished the old mud-brick house and was preparing to build a six-story building.

"Captain, you're saying Chang Jing's family wants to build a six-story house? You're not kidding, are you? Where would they get so much money?"

Chang Jianmin was unsettled. His family's old house was still a mud-brick and tile house, and they didn't even have the capital to build a building. How could Song Huizhen have so much money to build a house after the divorce?

No, he has to get to the bottom of this!