Foolish woman!
Chen Shaohui stood to the side. Sun Ziyi called Xiao Zhan a fool, but he thought Sun Ziyi was just as foolish as Xiao Zhan. Knowing full well that Qian Yiming would seek revenge, the most important thing now was to quickly distance themselves from Xiao Zhan and Su Muqiu to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.
Yet Sun Ziyi went over to defend Su Muqiu?
If that's not foolish, what is?
Chen Shaohui glanced outside the store at Qian Yiming, who had been writhing on the ground for a good two or three minutes, unable to even sit up. The power of Xiao Zhan's kick was evident.
"Damn, that was ruthless!"
Chen Shaohui felt a chill in his heart. Qian Yiming was the president of the Municipal Martial Arts Association, with physical fitness and martial arts skills far beyond the average person. For Xiao Zhan to kick him into serious injury meant Xiao Zhan's strength was certainly not inferior.
Looking at Xiao Zhan again, Chen Shaohui's expression turned serious and wary. The previous contempt and ridicule had vanished.
"Ming, are you okay? Boohoo..."
A young woman crouched beside Qian Yiming, sobbing as she struggled to help him up. Qian Yiming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with murderous intent, glaring at Xiao Zhan like a vicious wolf. He said coldly, "I really underestimated you. Just wait. If you can walk out of Ruiding Mall alive today, I'll take your surname!"
With that, he pulled out his phone to call for backup.
Xiao Zhan couldn't be bothered and directly asked the sales clerk, "I'll buy all the clothes in your store. How much in total?"
"N-Ninety-four thousand eight hundred and sixty-three..."
The sales clerk, who had previously looked down on Xiao Zhan, now had no courage left to be arrogant. Holding the inventory sheet and calculator, she calculated for a long time, and when she answered, her voice trembled. She thought to herself, "Could this guy, dressed in rags, actually be a hidden wealthy young master? Otherwise, how dare he hit Qian Yiming? This is a huge windfall!"
If Xiao Zhan really bought all the clothes in the store, the sales clerk could earn a commission of about fifty thousand, equivalent to half a year's salary.
"You, come over here."
However, just as the sales clerk was filled with joy, Xiao Zhan suddenly pointed to another sales clerk across the store.
"Me?"
That sales clerk was taken aback.
Xiao Zhan nodded and said, "Yes, you. Please come over and swipe the card for me. All the commission from the clothes will go to you."
Saying this, he pulled out a black card.
"This..."
The sales clerk was stunned for a good ten seconds. Once she realized, she was beyond excited, as if a huge pie had fallen from the sky and landed right on her head. She quickly ran over, respectfully took Xiao Zhan's black card, and nodded, "Please wait a moment, sir!"
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Fifty thousand in commission!
"Muqiu, are you sure this guy just got out of prison?"
Xiao Zhan's confident demeanor left Sun Ziyi a bit dazed. She couldn't help but whisper, "Can he really produce over ninety thousand? Look at his bank card, it's all black with English on it. I've never seen it before. Could it be he just grabbed some supermarket membership card to put on a show and fool people?"
"..."
Su Muqiu frowned. She couldn't answer any of Sun Ziyi's questions because she knew nothing about Xiao Zhan's past either.
"Shaohui, have you seen it before?"
Sun Ziyi turned to Chen Shaohui.
"No."
Chen Shaohui shook his head. As a wealthy young master, he had cards from almost every bank, but he had never seen the black card Xiao Zhan pulled out.
He also suspected Xiao Zhan was just putting on a show!
Clatter!
Just as everyone's eyes were fixed on the black card, curious if it was a bank card and whether it could actually be used, a sudden noise came from behind.
Turning around, they saw Qian Yiming standing at the store entrance, as if petrified, frozen in place with his right hand at his ear, still in the posture of making a call, but his phone had slipped from his hand and fallen to the floor.
His previously fierce face was now filled with intense shock!
Gulp...
Swallowing hard, Qian Yiming muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear, "How can this be? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Why would a Supreme Black Card, limited edition by Global Bank, appear in this kid's hand?!"
Supreme Black Card!
That strange-looking black card, neither Sun Ziyi nor Su Muqiu nor Chen Shaohui had seen it before. However, as the son of Quancheng's Richest Man, Qian Bancheng, Qian Yiming had seen it!
Though he had only seen photos before, today was his first time seeing the real thing!
Because this black card was extremely rare!
Limited edition by Global Bank, with a credit limit of one billion, interest-free! Moreover, its value couldn't be measured by money!
It was a symbol of identity and status!
It's no exaggeration to say that possessing such a level of Supreme Black Card could, when necessary, stop a train, force a plane to land, or even temporarily close a port!
Previously, Qian Bancheng had tried to apply for one, but the response was: not eligible to apply!
Even as Quancheng's Richest Man, with nearly ten billion in assets, he didn't even qualify to apply. The difficulty was imaginable, which is why Qian Yiming was so shocked!
He could hardly believe his eyes!
"This kid..."
"A super big shot???"
Qian Yiming felt his brain was about to short-circuit, so much so that he didn't even bother to pick up the phone that had fallen mid-call. His mind was consumed with one thought:
"Is that card real or fake? Is it Xiao Zhan's own? Or did he steal it? Find it? Rob it?"
At this moment, the sales clerk pushed the POS machine in front of Xiao Zhan, signaling, "Sir, please enter your password."
Password!
Everyone's gaze shifted from Qian Yiming back to the Supreme Black Card.
There was doubt, anticipation, and worry.
Except for the young woman.
She didn't care what the black card Xiao Zhan produced was, or whether it had money. In her view, even if Xiao Zhan really had money and could buy all the clothes in the store, so what?
In all of Quancheng, who could compare to the Qian Family in terms of wealth, or to Qian Yiming?
"Ming, what's wrong?"
The young woman bent down to pick up the phone and handed it to Qian Yiming. Seeing the call was still connected, she urged, "Ming, quickly call for help, get people over here, beat that reckless..."
Slap!
Mid-sentence, Qian Yiming slapped her across the face.
It stung fiercely.
"Ming, why... why did you hit me?"
The young woman held her face, stunned by the slap, eyes wide with disbelief as she looked at Qian Yiming, "If you don't call for help, they'll pay and run away..."
"Run your damn mouth! Get out of the way!"
Another slap landed on the young woman's face, knocking her to the ground. Qian Yiming shouted angrily, "Don't block my view!"
Qian Yiming's eyes were wide open, unblinking, not daring to breathe, watching Xiao Zhan's every move intently, his heart pounding wildly...