Super Zoo

Suming's slap was so sudden and fierce that no one saw it coming. Even as the person involved, Yang Tao didn't make a move, and neither did the fat man with a face full of coarse features, Wang Hao. Instead, it was the young man who appeared the most amiable, who hadn't said a word from beginning to end and seemed like an outsider, who suddenly took action.

The slap was so hard that even after Suming had walked out of the private room door and Wang Hao and the others had followed him out, Zhou Jing's ears were still buzzing, and a mess of twinkling stars swirled before her eyes.

"How could you hit someone? To hit a woman, are you even a man?!"

Chen Yuan came running from behind and reached out to grab Suming's sleeve, but just as his hand was half extended and hadn't yet touched Suming, Suming suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Chen Yuan with an expressionless face.

Compared to Suming, Chen Yuan was nothing more than a mid-level manager at a small company. In terms of both presence and vision, he was far from being in the same league as Suming.

Moreover, the toughest person Chen Yuan had ever encountered was a local thug at most, while Suming was someone who had genuinely bloodied his hands, fought with international terrorists, and emerged from a hail of bullets.

A mangy dog can bark at other stray cats and dogs, but in front of a real tiger, even taking deep breaths can be challenging.

Feeling the icy glare from Suming, Chen Yuan couldn't help but shiver, his hand hanging in mid-air, unsure whether to advance or retract.

Suming glanced down at Chen Yuan's hand with a touch of disgust and calmly spoke as if stating something that was bound to happen, "Hitting a woman isn't great. If your paw touches me, I'll show you what I'm like when I hit a man."

Lazily from the side, Wang Hao said, "Mr. Su, you're too polite. In my opinion, even if he doesn't touch you, you still could let him taste what it feels like."

As the two of them bantered, effectively turning Chen Yuan into a piece of dough that could be kneaded at will, they completely disregarded his presence. Chen Yuan had always believed he was a small-time important figure in Jiangcheng City, but in front of these two much younger individuals, he didn't even have the courage to talk back.

Completely suppressed by their dominance, his face turned red then pale. By the time he finally mustered up the courage to retort, he looked up to find Suming and his entourage had already entered the elevator and were long gone.

"You're such a waste, just watching another man hit me!" Zhou Jing emerged from behind, holding her face, grimacing in pain with a big swell on her cheek, releasing her anger on Chen Yuan and giving him a disdainful glare.

Chen Yuan said irritatedly, "Why bring that up? Your husband Yang Tao's two friends are probably not ordinary people, especially the one who hit you. He must have some background."

Zhou Jing recalled the scenes that had just taken place in the private room. Although she wouldn't admit it verbally, there was a sense of unease in her heart.

After marrying Yang Lin, she had met quite a few of his business friends, many of whom were bosses big and small. She wasn't completely inexperienced compared to her past country-girl self. Her encounter with the three individuals brought by Yang Tao made her feel that they had an aura even stronger than those bosses she had met through Yang Lin. And that lawyer, he had the air of a complete professional.

"It won't really lead to something serious, will it?" Zhou Jing was somewhat worried.

"It shouldn't. No matter how capable he is, he can't investigate all the way to Australia. Even if the driver recants his testimony, there's no evidence. However, we mustn't be careless, and we need to prevent any missteps at critical times," said Chen Yuan as he checked his watch. "We have time; let's go over everything from beginning to end again, get our stories straight, and see if there are any loopholes to be patched."

...

After descending the stairs, the night's cold breeze made both Suming and Wang Hao feel refreshed.

"Old Yang, sorry about this. I just couldn't bear those two any longer," Suming said, turning to smile at Yang Tao.

"I've wanted to stop bearing with them for a long time," Wang Hao laughed heartily. "Mr. Su, your slap was satisfying. That wench had it coming. It's the first time I've felt absolutely no discomfort about hitting a woman, haha..."

Suming was somewhat lost for words. After all, she was officially 'Yang Tao's stepmother', and he, as a friend, wouldn't have laid a hand on her if he could have contained himself. From the moment he walked in, that man and woman just seemed to be asking for it.

Over the past year, he had faced vast rivers and seen countless demons and ghosts. To let a couple of clowns strut about in front of him, he would indeed be retrogressing.

Why do people strive to make money, to have their own business and achievements? Besides the main reason of providing for the people they care about, it's because there are too many scum like Zhou Jing and Chen Yuan in the world. If you don't want such people to strut around before you, you need enough strength to completely keep their heads down.

Yang Tao shook his head and said, "Mr. Su, don't worry about it. If it weren't for the fact that she still bears the title of my stepmom, I would have slapped her long ago. You slapping her was a relief for me."

"Great, that's what I wanted," said Wang Hao with a laugh and a slap on his hand. "I've said before, there's no need to waste words with them. Now it's settled. With Mr. Su's slap, the problem is thoroughly resolved."

Suming chuckled, then turned to Zhang Si Ming, the lawyer, and said, "Mr. Zhang, I'll leave the rest to you. No matter the cost or the connections required, make sure to win the lawsuit for me. If necessary, send someone to Australia to investigate and gather evidence. Also, that driver, I'll need you to deal with the PR. In short, money is no object. Even if the money recovered isn't enough to cover the legal fees, I'm happy to pay out of pocket as long as these two get what they deserve."

"Of course," Zhang Si Ming nodded and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, "Today, I could see that the other party had no intention of negotiating. Against such people, Mr. Su, your method is the correct approach. Let's solve the problem with a legal strategy."

As Wang Hao heard the mention of legal strategy, his eyebrow twitched involuntarily, and he glanced at Suming, but didn't say much.

Before getting into the car, he pulled Suming aside and whispered, "Mr. Su, the 'send-off' you mentioned for those two, were you serious about that?"

"Definitely," Suming said, "If it turns out they were behind the tipping truck driver's hit-and-run, it would constitute attempted murder. They'd have to serve at least ten or twenty years, which isn't much different from being dead."

"I mean..." Wang Hao shook his head, mimed a throat-slitting gesture, and whispered, "You're not planning to fight fire with fire, are you?"

"Come on, how could you think..." Suming flipped Wang Hao the bird indignantly, "Is that what you think of me, an old classmate like me?"

Wang Hao looked at Suming for a while, then pursed his lips, "You're not a man without a story."