Cultivation Chat Group (Web Novel)
Cultivation Chat Group (Web Novel) - Chapter 98: An amusing and rottenly good person

Chapter 98: An Amusing Rottenly Good-Natured Guy

Translator: GodBrandy Editor: Kurisu

Not far from Jiangnan College Town’s affiliated hospital, at the turn of an intersection…

Old Zhou was very depressed today. He made a call while driving to the company. At the turn of an intersection, a man suddenly charged at his car with the speed of running a hundred meter dash.

It frightened Lao Zhou so much that he hastily threw aside his phone, and reaction speed of his hands increased dramatically. Clenching the steering wheel, he quickly turned the head of the car, and successfully evaded the bolting man. Lao Zhou sighed inside in relief. Dear mother of god, that was too close! Luckily my driving skills are exceptional; otherwise, you lad would’ve bit the dust today!

Before Lao Zhou’s thumping heart could calm down, the man suddenly defied the laws of physics—he fell and rolled backwards three and a half times, then hugged his leg with a pained expression, screaming, “Oh dear! My leg, my leg’s broken!”

The man’s screams in pain attracted a crowd of onlookers who were unaware of the truth.

The onlookers were unaware of the truth, not knowing whether the car hit the man, or the man hit the car. It momentarily gave rise to much discussion.

Mother effer! Kid, you didn’t even bump into my car, alright? Did you bump into an air-wall or something? I’m no master with special abilities; I don’t have the air-wall skill!

This is the legendary injury feigning fraud, right?

However, isn’t it said that injury feigning frauds always look for those luxury cars to bump into? Even a trash car like mine can attract injury-feigning frauds?

Lao Zhou was unaware that nowadays when business was hard to come by, who cared what kind of car you drove?

Lao Zhou sighed with an expression full of misery and struggle. His crappy car didn’t have a dash cam installed.

He fumbled through his pockets to find a stack of various cards, a twenty-RMB note, and two one-RMB coins.

Twenty-two RMB probably couldn’t make the man screaming on the ground go away, right? The man’s award-winning-level acting skills were worth more than twenty RMB!

Song Shuhang just happened to assist the short-haired girl to the intersection, preparing to thumb a lift.

The two just happened to witness the entire ‘accident.’

“That’s a man bumping into a car, right?” the short-haired girl said indifferently. From her angle, she could see that the car evaded, but the man quickly bumped into the car then fell backwards screaming.

“It’s not a man bumping into a car, there was no bump at all.” Song Shuhang’s eyesight was amazing right now. From his angle, he could clearly see that the man didn’t even bump into the car before he fell onto the ground screaming.

“Oh, I know, this is called injury feigning fraud.” The short-haired girl peeked at Shuhang, “Are you going over to bear witness?”

This good-natured busybody had no reason not to go up to help, right?

“It’s no use if there aren’t enough witnesses. Besides, we don’t have a recording, and there aren’t any traffic cams.” Song Shuhang shook his head—the man screaming on the ground was undoubtedly a professional; the spot he chose was very suited for injury feigning fraud.

“Then are you just going to do nothing about it?” the short-haired girl pondered then suddenly her eyes lit up, “How about we go up there and give the screaming man on the ground a beating?”

“You mustn’t, violence doesn’t solve all problems, it’ll only cause greater problems for the driver!” Song Shuhang hastily warned, “Leave it to me! Wait here, I’ll call you a cab on the way… oh, do you have spare change on you?”

The short-haired girl’s expression stiffened as she shook her head.

“I’ll lend you some for now, if we ever meet again, don’t forget to return it to me.” Song Shuhang took out a fifty RMB note, and stuffed it into the short-haired girl’s hand. Anyways, he’d recently come upon some dirty money, and he still had plenty in hand.

Without waiting for the short-haired girl to reply, Song Shuhang took large strides towards the scene of the car accident, pushing past the onlookers.

“Move it, move it!” he was muscular now, and he very soon pushed pass the crowd.

Then, he knelt down next to the screaming man, and stared at him for a while, “Yo, looks like you’ve been hit badly.”

The screaming man secretly took a quick glance at Shuhang, and screamed even more miserably.

Song Shuhang coughed then shouted, “Mr. Driver, look how badly this man’s been hit, you’d do well to just get off the car and pay him tens of thousands to settle this.”

The screaming man on the ground instantly felt reassured; he’d been worried that this handsome youngster was here to expose him, but unexpectedly, this youngster gave him a beautiful assist.

Within the car, Lao Zhou touched the twenty-two RMB in his pocket, and sighed in silence. His phone was in hand, getting ready to call in the accident.

“Mr. Driver, what are you still waiting for, just get off the car.” As Song Shuhang spoke, his hands were searching the body of the injury feigning man.

The injury feigning man felt that the youngster was a bit odd. His hands were touching him all over, could he be gay? Taking advantage of me? Flirting with me?

Immediately, the injury feigning man had goosebumps all over his body.

However, he was a very disciplined actor—even though he wasn’t a pro. Even if he were being taken advantage of, he would grit his teeth and endure it.

The screaming can’t stop now!

Very soon, the injury feigning man found a peculiarity.

He only saw the handsome youngster reach into his pocket, taking out his wallet.

Inside, the wallet contained his entire fortune of two thousand RMB.

This money was to be used as hospitalization fee when he encountered accidents while defrauding—injury feigning fraud was a dangerous occupation, if he encountered a road-killer or a female driver, there was a chance he’d be heavily injured and hospitalized. Then, what if the female driver didn’t have cash, or if he met an immoral road-killer who just ran away?

Many hospitals nowadays take money but not patients, what would he do without any money at hand?

All this nonsense aside, it meant that he had a lot of money in his wallet!

The handsome youngster took out his bulging wallet and seemed satisfied. Then, the youngster smiled warmly at him. And then, the youngster got up and bolted off, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The injury feigning man came to realize what just happened—this sh*it was taking advantage of his misfortune!

“F*ck your uncle!”

The injury feigning man nimbly rolled and got up from the ground. Like a flash of lightning, the man chased in hot pursuit, “Stop, stop you little sh*it, don’t run! I hope you die a painful death!”

The driver of the jalopy he tried to scam earlier could at most bang out a few hundred RMB. However, he had two thousand in his wallet; he couldn’t lose the greater for the less!

The crowd of onlookers that was unaware of the truth saw the man who was just screaming on the ground running like lightning after the youngster with very nimble paces. How was this guy’s leg broken at all? He was an injury feigning fraudster after all!

Lao Zhou sighed in relief in his car, and the hand that held the twenty-two RMB also relaxed. In his mind, he recalled the handsome youngster. Lao Zhou exclaimed, “Nowadays, there are still many good people, huh!”

After his exclamation, he started up his jalopy and brazenly drove off.

On the other side, the short-haired girl who watched the whole process with a taut face couldn’t resist letting out a laugh.

Song Shuhang was high-spirited as he brought the injury feigning man on a one thousand eight hundred meters run, waiting until the man lost his breath. When the man was dreadfully pale, leaning against a wall to puke, Shuhang sped up again, leaving the man in the dust.

He even had the time to call a cab while he ran, and he let the cab go to the intersection to pick up the short-haired girl. The driver uncle happily went to pick her up…

The injury feigning man watched Song Shuhang’s disappearing figure in despair, extremely gloomy inside. Why the hell did you lead me on such a pointlessly long run if you can run so fast? Couldn’t you have just shaken me off earlier?

A cab parked in front of the short-haired girl, “Little lady, are you the person that the lad told me to pick up?

“Yes, it’s me.” The short-haired girl held onto the fifty RMB and got in the cab.

Yep, an amusing rottenly good-natured guy.