Upon hearing Wang Yan's words, Beiming Xue almost fainted. It turned out this guy mistook the cars for monsters. No wonder he didn't move; he was probably afraid the car monsters would take advantage and attack.
Beiming Xue was internally regretting so much that her insides turned green with remorse, hating herself for being with this monster. She shamefully buried her face in her long hair.
At this moment, more and more cars were blocked on the road by Wang Yan. On a black sports car, a blond-haired youth stuck his head out of the window and cursed, "Get out of the way."
While cursing, he moved the car little by little toward Wang Yan, trying to force him to leave.
Seeing the situation was bad, Beiming Xue hurriedly whispered to Wang Yan, "These are not monsters; they are cars."
"Cars? So, this blond guy is just a driver, forget it, a wise man doesn't fight with fools."
Saying so, Wang Yan turned to leave the road.
When the blond-haired youth heard Wang Yan call him a driver, he stuck his head out of the car window and shouted, "You're the driver, your whole family are drivers, you punk, you looking for death, huh? Come over here, I'll hit you with my car. My dad is Li Gang, I'll kill you and get away with it."
Originally, Wang Yan was already leaving the road, but hearing the blond-haired youth's words, he turned around, walked over to the youth's car in a few strides, and gently stomped his toe on the ground in front of the car.
The whole street visibly shook a few times. Then, the black sports car of the blond-haired youth trembled, flipped into the air, and crashed upside down onto the ground.
With a "crash" sound, all the car's windows shattered, and the blond-haired youth was pinned inside the car.
"Ah—help!" The blond-haired youth was squeezed and couldn't move, screaming in fear.
Wang Yan sneered coldly, ignoring the blond-haired youth. He lightly tapped his toe and soared like a great bird, flying two meters high, gliding three meters through the air, and gently landing on the sidewalk.
Surrounding pedestrians, seeing Wang Yan carrying someone while being so agile, started clapping and cheering.
"Is this a movie being filmed?"
"I think they're using wires; otherwise, how could he jump so high."
The passersby immediately crowded closer, wanting to see if Wang Yan had wires attached to him.
Beiming Xue hurriedly buried her head in her hair and said to Wang Yan, "Let's go."
Not understanding the strange words of the people around him, Wang Yan immediately obeyed Beiming Xue's words, carrying her and running quickly. Before long, they had left the crowd behind.
Meanwhile, the cars on the road also slowly moved away, leaving the blond-haired youth trapped in the sports car, screaming.
Although Wang Yan and Beiming Xue temporarily got away, their strange outfits caught the attention of pedestrians wherever they went. Beiming Xue peeked through her flowing hair and suddenly saw a boutique clothing store ahead.
Beiming Xue hurriedly directed Wang Yan to enter the boutique clothing store.
Inside the boutique were a few fashionably dressed shop assistants. They were startled when the two ragged figures barged in unexpectedly.
Upon seeing their tattered clothes, the shop assistants immediately showed disdain on their faces.
One particularly fat and ugly shop assistant coldly said, "The clothes here are very expensive. If you want to buy clothes, go look at the stall across the street. Two paupers trying to buy something in a boutique, unbelievable."
As she spoke, the ugly fat shop assistant reached out to push Wang Yan.
Wang Yan was naturally wary of women, thinking they were all demons. Only Beiming Xue's attractive appearance subdued his fear.
But this ugly fat shop assistant looked quite horrifying, especially with caked-on makeup, making her face ghostly pale, truly resembling a ghost.
Adding to that, she pushed Wang Yan for no reason, making him feel under attack.
With both hands occupied carrying Beiming Xue, Wang Yan had no free hands. In the crisis, he urgently jumped up, leaping high and kicking out with his right foot clad in straw sandals.
"Demon! Watch my foot!" the kick landed squarely on the ugly fat shop assistant's round face.
The fat shop assistant rolled away like a ball, crashing against the wall.
Luckily, Wang Yan wasn't heavy-footed; he only lightly kicked her away.
The fat shop assistant scrambled up from the floor, with a black footprint suddenly appearing on her round face.
"Help, I've been hit, call the police!" the fat shop assistant screamed like a stuck pig.
Wang Yan's face turned icy as he said, "Indeed a demon, watch as I slay the demon."
The boutique's manager and several male security guards, hearing the commotion, rushed over with rubber batons and mops.
At this moment, Beiming Xue slid down from Wang Yan's back, walked to his side, and coldly said to the manager who ran over: "Your store clerk pushes the customers, and somehow you think you're in the right?"
Seeing Beiming Xue's imposing manner, the manager of the clothing store hesitated a bit. He glanced at Wang Yan, indeed dressed in coarse cloth, not looking like a wealthy person at all. He gathered his courage and said, "This is a boutique shop, the cheapest clothes here cost over ten thousand. Can you even afford it?"
Beiming Xue coldly snorted, "Judging people by their appearances."
Saying that, she pulled out a gold card from the back pocket of her jeans and handed it forward.
The store manager, upon seeing it, was immediately startled: "It's actually a gold card."
One must know, opening a gold card requires a minimum deposit of one million, anyone who possesses such a card is either rich or noble.
Immediately, the store manager hastily threw down the mop, dismissed the security guard, and with a fawning smile said, "Sorry, sorry, it seems I lack the eyesight to recognize honored guests. Please forgive me, please forgive me."
The ugly and fat clerk lady, still sitting on the floor crying, was somewhat frightened by this scene. She stared blankly at Beiming Xue, momentarily unable to react.
Beiming Xue pointed at the ugly and fat clerk lady and said, "After all, she took a beating. In a while, withdraw ten thousand from my card as her medical fee."
Upon hearing that she would receive ten thousand, the ugly and fat clerk lady immediately jumped up from the floor, ran a few steps to Beiming Xue, and bowed repeatedly as she said, "Thank you, thank you, I have thick skin, and a hit is nothing."
At this time, although her face still burned hot and bore a black footprint, the ugly and fat clerk lady deeply regretted not letting Wang Yan kick her a few more times.
One kick ten thousand, two kicks twenty thousand, three kicks thirty thousand...
In an instant, a mental arithmetic table quickly emerged in the ugly and fat clerk lady's mind. If her elementary school math teacher, who was angered to death by her, had known, they would close their eyes smiling in the afterlife.
Seeing this, Wang Yan was also a bit stunned.
He originally thought that a fierce battle was unavoidable just now. Who would have thought that Beiming Xue would take out a shiny gold card, not only subduing their opponents but also making them submit.
"The ancient saying goes: Winning without fighting, that is the best strategy! It seems that indeed, monsters have extraordinary means."
At this moment, Beiming Xue was unaware of all the chaotic thoughts swirling in Wang Yan's head. She hurriedly walked towards the women's section.
As she walked, she told the store manager, "Pick the best clothes for him, change everything from inside out to new ones."
Upon hearing this, the store manager quickly nodded in agreement.
The ugly and fat clerk lady rushed to Wang Yan's front in a few steps, ready to tear off his rugged clothing.
Wang Yan was startled, just about to resist, when he heard Beiming Xue say, "Wang Yan, you must do whatever she says now."
Wang Yan immediately stopped his actions.
Seeing that Wang Yan had no intention of fighting back, the ugly and fat clerk lady was slightly disappointed.
At this time, she wished Wang Yan would kick her again, punch her once, after all, one kick was worth ten thousand.
However, thinking that she had earned three months' salary in one day, it was enough. Afraid that Beiming Xue might change her mind, she eagerly began to dress Wang Yan up.
In the fitting room, Beiming Xue took off the ripped jeans and shirt and put on a snow-white dress. She finally felt relieved and much more comfortable.
Walking out of the fitting room, Beiming Xue looked around but didn't see Wang Yan's figure.
Beiming Xue couldn't help but mutter, "A grown man takes so long to change clothes, unbelievable."
No sooner had she spoken, did she hear someone next to her say, "Are you talking about me?"
Beiming Xue turned her head and saw a handsome young man in a suit standing beside her, smiling at her.
This boy wore a fitting suit, his smile exuding a special charm. Like the early morning sun, bathing in it gave a sense of all pores opening and a refreshing breath.
Beiming Xue was stunned, immediately drawn to this handsome boy, muttered to herself, "There are actually boys this handsome in the world. Ah, if only Wang Yan were half as good-looking."
Thinking this, Beiming Xue turned her head away regretfully.
However, as soon as she turned away, Beiming Xue turned back again, carefully looking at the boy.
She saw the boy still smiling at her, with such a kind smile, such a familiar face, this... is this not Wang Yan?
(Many readers ask why Wang Yan's surname is Wang, haha, it's a pitfall, old readers know, Guo Ba loves to set pitfalls, the answer will be revealed later.)