Since there was someone inside the car, the Audi B3, which had its engine cut, did not automatically trigger its anti-theft alarm, nor did it let out a screech after being kicked.

However, the force of the kick, fueled by the older woman's rage, was rather significant. Although the car's sheet metal was excellent and the panel popped back out after being dented, the impact had hurt the woman's foot.

It was summer, and the woman was only wearing a pair of traditional women's sandals. If this kick had landed on a person, it might have been different, but a car is an industrial product. To make matters worse, this woman suffered from ingrown toenails, and with that one kick, her sharp toenail instantly sliced into the flesh.

With the intensity of pain radiating through her, she let out a sharp scream, tumbling to the ground and clutching her foot, writhing in agony.

The scene left Wang Zhuo and Fu Xinran dumbfounded. In a flash, the woman's foot was bloody—her hands quickly smeared with it as well—creating a terrifying sight.

"Who hit my mom?!"

A furious roar erupted from thin air—a burly, bare-chested man burst into the crowd, still wearing an apron and holding a flour-dusted rolling pin.

"What a mess…" Wang Zhuo slapped his forehead, half-laughing, half-exasperated. He really should have checked the almanac before leaving today—why did he always run into such bizarre characters!

The burly man who forced his way through the crowd first glanced at his daughter, then hurried over to the older woman to check on her. This woman was actually his mother-in-law, but he called her "Mom" with complete naturalness.

Wang Zhuo didn't know this man wasn't the "son driving the BMW" the woman had mentioned earlier. Thinking he might finally encounter someone who could hold a rational conversation, he patted Fu Xinran's shoulder and calmly got out of the car.

In terms of physique, Wang Zhuo leaned toward being athletic rather than "burly." Everyone knew Bruce Lee was lean but no one would ever underestimate his fighting prowess; Wang Zhuo gave off a similar impression. Though not a towering, imposing brute, he exuded the aura of someone who was definitely not to be trifled with—a presence that demanded respect.

Seeing someone emerge from the car, the burly son-in-law instantly straightened up, raising the rolling pin as if to confront the other party. But as soon as his eyes met Wang Zhuo's gaze, he clearly froze. A look of complex emotion washed over his face as he surveyed Wang Zhuo’s car.

Noticing his reaction, Wang Zhuo asked, surprised, "You know me?"

"Mr... Mr. Wang," the burly man managed, pulling at the corner of his mouth in an awkward smile. "I'm the shift leader in Workshop One..."

"Tsk," Wang Zhuo sized him up, shaking his head with a mix of exasperation and amusement. "Alright then. Let's skip the nonsense. For the specifics of what happened, you can go check the surveillance footage with the property management."

"Yes, yes." The burly man bowed and nodded repeatedly. Looking at his mother-in-law seated on the ground, and then at the boss of his boss's boss, he felt utterly lost.

"They can't just leave like that..." the mother-in-law gasped, her voice trembling, "Who is Da Bin?"

"Mom, please say less for now," the burly man urged quietly, hurrying to the side to help Wang Zhuo usher away the gathering neighbors. What a joke—if that was his own mother on the ground, he'd still have to accept the situation if it meant angering Boss Wang. Where else would he find a job paying over twenty thousand a month!

The neighbors, confused, were coaxed and pulled aside. The Audi quietly started its engine and slowly pulled away.

The older woman, still seated, tried to struggle up to intercept the car and argue, but one of the more observant bystanders sensed the shift in atmosphere and stepped forward to quietly stop her attempt.

The car had barely reached the community exit when a police car suddenly blocked its path head-on.

Seeing three policemen, whose demeanor suggested they were not there for pleasantries, step out and approach, Wang Zhuo gave Fu Xinran a wry smile. "I'll handle this one."

The middle-aged officer in the lead walked up to the driver's side window and knocked three times firmly. He watched as the other window rolled down, and an arm beckoned him closer.

What arrogance! The three officers were annoyed. One of them walked forward with a cold expression.

"From the Precinct, right?" Wang Zhuo identified the officer’s origin immediately. "Police cars from the Station don't look like that. Do you recognize my license plate?"

Who cares who you are! the officer thought bitterly, but he realized they might have stumbled upon someone important this time. With an impassive face, he walked to the front of the car, glanced at the plate, and exchanged a significant look with his colleague.

"It’s alright if you don't know. Give your bureau chief a call," Wang Zhuo instructed calmly. "Today, I want to sample a taste of privilege," he said, turning to Fu Xinran with a slight smile, glancing at his watch. "We should still make it to the exam venue on time."

Should they make the call or not? The three officers conferred quietly for a moment, then decided to call! If this guy was just posturing, they’d have plenty of ways to deal with him later. If he was genuinely influential, they needed to hear what the Chief had to say.

The call was placed, and the communication was completed in just one minute. Huihai City—no matter how big—was still under control! The Chief ordered them: as long as no one died, let him go!

The leading middle-aged officer broke out in a cold sweat. Good heavens, his own cousin had arranged this perilous assignment for him! Fortunately, this "King Wang" didn't seem inclined to press the matter; otherwise, the three of them would certainly have been in serious trouble today!

His legs unsteady, he walked to the passenger window, forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and said respectfully, "You are free to go." How could he not be respectful? His livelihood was at stake. Regardless of who was right or wrong, preserving his career came first!

"I have urgent business and no time to linger here," Wang Zhuo said, looking at the officer with a faint, knowing smile. "You all should go back and properly contemplate whose fault this incident truly was."

Though he hadn't fully grasped Wang Zhuo's words, the middle-aged officer nodded rapidly, bowing slightly as he stood beside the car, his attitude extremely deferential.

Wang Zhuo waved his hand. Fu Xinran started the car and slowly maneuvered around the police vehicle blocking their way, driving out of the community.

"You seem much calmer than before," Fu Xinran remarked with a smile as they merged into traffic. "If this were in the past, you definitely would have taught that girl's grandmother and the three policemen she called a lesson."

"Not grandmother, it should be maternal grandmother," Wang Zhuo chuckled. "I just couldn't be bothered to argue over such a trivial matter. Does that count as having a better temper?"

"I think it does; your tolerance has increased."

"Perhaps."

Inside the community, just as Wang Zhuo left, the older woman dragged her son-in-law over to question him severely.

But what confused the onlookers was that the girl’s father stammered for a long time, refusing to disclose the other party's identity.

"Meng Da Bin! I must have been blind to let my daughter marry such a gutless coward!"

"You just stood there watching Ni Ni get hit... watching them bully me, and you didn't dare say a word—are you even a man!"

"If you don't explain this clearly today, I'll make my daughter divorce you!"

"And make sure you leave with nothing!" As she was loudly berating him, the three policemen and two community security guards quickly walked into the crowd.

"Xiao Yong is here!"

The older woman immediately rushed toward the policeman as if greeting a savior from the People's Liberation Army, blurting out, "That Audi fled the scene, just left—can you still catch them?" The middle-aged officer shot a meaningful glance at his cousin, while the other two officers swiftly began persuading the crowd to disperse.

"Xiao Yong, what's going on?" the cousin asked, looking confused.

"Ahem!" The middle-aged officer cleared his throat and said crossly, "We and the property management staff have already reviewed the surveillance footage. That Audi was parked when the child accidentally bumped into it. The Audi bears no responsibility."

The cousin was stunned. "But, but..."

"No need for 'buts,' I’ve seen the tape; there's no mistake," the officer interrupted her quickly, fearful that she might use her connections to fabricate a story in broad daylight. "Your foot injury was also self-inflicted—no one kicked you."

"Xiao Yong, you!" The older woman instantly flared up. She could always claim the video was corrupted or the equipment failed, but what kind of attitude was this? Why was he siding with outsiders!

However, she couldn't voice such accusations in front of so many neighbors. She was so angry her stomach puffed out, undulating like a toad’s, as she breathed heavily.

By this time, the onlookers could tell something was off. First, the child's father willingly let the car pass, and now the supposed allies they called in were defending the other party. Clearly, they had encountered someone they couldn't afford to offend. The change in attitude, from haughty to subservient, indicated that the other party had them completely cornered!

Just who was that person? The crowd was intensely curious, watching with lingering interest as the cursing neighbor woman was led away, half-dragged, half-persuaded, by her son-in-law and the policeman.

Soon after, a post was uploaded to the Goupu Forum. The original poster included a recently taken photo, with the license plate carefully obscured, submitting it under the guise of asking for the car model, thus passing the review. The post content was then edited, turning it into a public hunt.

Goupu Forum was the entertainment hub for netizens in Jiangzhou, teeming with car enthusiasts, online trolls, and busybodies. Within ten minutes, the replies filled an entire page. Some claimed to have seen the car on the streets; others said it often appeared on specific roads. Then, someone suddenly exclaimed, "Isn't this Boss Wang’s car from Shengshi Dynasty?" And just like that, the entire thread vanished.

It simply vanished. Since Goupu was Jiangzhou’s largest online forum, it was naturally subject to oversight by the local government. Information about Wang Zhuo was definitely sensitive material, so as soon as the thread appeared, it was swiftly deleted by the relevant staff!

Wang Zhuo remained completely unaware of this minor incident. He arrived at the examination hall punctually, calmly and deliberately ‘copied’ extensively, being the last to enter and the first to hand in his paper.

"Don't you want to check it over again?"

The invigilator happened to be the beautiful lecturer renowned across the campus for her looks. Seeing Wang Zhuo submit so early, she leaned in and asked quietly with genuine concern.

Wang Zhuo smiled faintly and replied softly, "It's fine, I've finished everything." The female lecturer nodded with a smile, signaling that he was free to leave.

Wang Zhuo was the most unique student on campus—perhaps unmatched anywhere else in the country or even the world. His mystery kept everyone guessing. The mere fraction of his wealth felt unattainable to most people in their lifetimes. His global notoriety, stemming from a scandalous photo incident, had made him famous worldwide. Such a man, even though young, held a fatal attraction for mature women.

However, for the vast majority of women, including this lecturer, that attraction was limited to appreciation, devoid of actual infatuation. To them, Wang Zhuo existed in another world, one unlikely to ever intersect with their daily lives.