Chapter 82: Ren Yuheng [1]

Within five minutes, after driving only three blocks, they encountered two instances of staged accidents—luck beyond compare. Even Su Han couldn’t help but twitch her eyelids.

“What’s going on today? Are these scammers competing for quotas?” Su Wentao complained in exasperation.

They had already handed out two thousand yuan, and this time Su Wentao was determined not to give in again. He got out and argued, only for the scammer—an elderly man—to grow flustered and, in a fit of desperation, hurl himself headfirst into the windshield.

That did it: blood streaming down the old man’s head, the windshield shattered like a spider’s web. Now, even if they wanted to pay, the car was undrivable.

“This is… some serious dedication,” Yan Yu commented dryly.

Butler Mo sighed, “Let me handle this, young master. Your father is still waiting at home. Why don’t you take a taxi back?”

There was little else they could do. Butler Mo hailed a cab by the roadside and ushered Yan Yu and the other two inside.

“What a mess!” Su Wentao grumbled, thoroughly frustrated.

Yan Yu, feeling guilty, whispered to Su Han, “I have a bad feeling the heavenly retribution isn’t over yet.”

Su Han could only laugh helplessly. At this rate, it was questionable whether they’d even make it home in one piece.

“Driver, is your car safe? Take the quietest route, please. We can’t handle another scam,” Su Wentao pleaded.

The taxi driver laughed heartily, “Relax! I know these roads in Heron City like the back of my hand—I even know where all the scammers lurk!”

“Great, then please take us to Suli Mountain,” Su Han said.

“Buckle up!”

With a press of the accelerator, the taxi sped down the street. For the next ten-odd minutes, nothing happened—the journey was smooth and uneventful.

Both Su Wentao and Su Han breathed sighs of relief.

But Yan Yu remained tense. He knew the retribution had not yet passed; this calm was only the pause before the next strike, a cooldown before the next bout of misfortune.

“Driver, your skills are impressive. There’s not a soul on these streets—it’s impossible for any scammer to show up,” Su Wentao joked, gazing out at the deserted roads.

“Indeed…” The driver smiled, then silently pulled over. “This is a robbery.”

Su Wentao: “???”

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Yan Yu and Su Han: “…”

The driver cackled, pulling a fruit knife from his pocket. “You three look loaded, specifically asked me to take an empty road—just begging to be robbed. Hand over all your cash. I’m only after money, not your lives!”

Yan Yu and the others quietly exited the car and surrendered their cash. The taxi driver, satisfied, sneered at them, “Don’t even think about calling the police, or you’ll regret it!”

“Take the money and get lost,” Su Wentao snapped, trembling with fury.

The driver’s eyes glinted as he grinned, “What’s with that attitude? Don’t think I won’t rob more than just your wallets.”

Su Han jumped, hastily hiding behind Yan Yu, who readied himself to act.

With Yan Yu’s skills, dealing with the driver would have been effortless, but he knew that resisting now might only worsen the retribution. He’d rather spend money to avert greater disaster.

Su Wentao’s face darkened. “Try anything with my sister and see what happens!”

But the driver only leered and pinched Su Wentao’s backside. “Kid, you’re more my type.”

Su Wentao was on the verge of tears.

Suddenly, Yan Yu felt a pang of sympathy for Su Wentao. This misfortune was originally meant for him, but with this rich second-generation scion at his side—who must have his own karmic baggage—it seemed the ill luck was shared.

“Your brother really is my lucky charm…” Yan Yu murmured.

Su Han showed not the slightest concern for her brother, instead chuckling, “It’s good for him to suffer a little. He’s been spoiled rotten at home.”

Fortunately, the driver didn’t actually do anything further. After pinching Su Wentao, he drove off, leaving the three of them stranded in a pitch-dark, deserted alley.

“Should’ve checked the almanac before going out today!” Su Wentao cursed. “When I get back, I’ll make sure that driver gets found and sold off to a duck farm, where he’ll get his just desserts from rich ladies every day…”

Su Han said, “Let’s just go home. We’re not far now—we can walk.”

Yan Yu glanced at Su Wentao. The kid might be a bit of a rake, but he wasn’t entirely worthless; at least, when the driver threatened something worse, he didn’t bolt.

At his core, Su Wentao wasn’t really a bad person. But with money and too much idle time, a bit of arrogance was inevitable.

After being robbed, the sense of dread in Yan Yu’s heart finally faded. He relaxed—clearly, the retribution had passed.

“Better not use the Kirin Arm so lightly in the future,” Yan Yu resolved. If this kind of punishment happened a few more times, no amount of money would make up for it.

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Once they reached the main road, their luck seemed to turn at last. Several business vehicles suddenly pulled up in front of them. The door of one slid open to reveal a handsome young man inside, who greeted them, “Su Han, Wentao—what are you doing out here?”

Upon seeing the man, Su Wentao’s face brightened with delight. “Brother Yuheng! It’s so lucky to run into you!”

The man addressed as Brother Yuheng smiled. “Looks like you’ve run into some trouble. Get in—we’ll talk on the way to Su Garden.”

Su Wentao clambered in without hesitation. Su Han, a little more reserved, nevertheless brought Yan Yu inside as well.

Once seated, Yan Yu noticed a beautiful woman beside Brother Yuheng, dressed like a secretary.

Brother Yuheng glanced at Su Han, then turned to Yan Yu. “A new face. Su Han, aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Su Han, her face frosty, replied offhandedly, “This is my boyfriend, Yan Yu.”

The moment he heard Yan Yu was Su Han’s boyfriend, a flicker of coldness flashed in Brother Yuheng’s eyes, though it vanished instantly. He extended his hand with a smile. “I’m Ren Yuheng, from Shencheng.”

From Shencheng, surname Ren?

Yan Yu frowned, momentarily forgetting to take the offered hand.

“Yan Yu, Brother Yuheng is trying to shake your hand—where are your manners?” Su Wentao admonished bluntly.

Yan Yu snapped out of it and shook Ren Yuheng’s hand lightly.

Given the way Su Wentao interacted with Ren Yuheng, it seemed they were on good terms. He asked jovially, “Brother Yuheng, I didn’t expect you to be the one the Ren family sent to congratulate Grandpa. Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I could have made arrangements.”

Compared to Yan Yu, Su Wentao’s attitude toward Ren Yuheng was worlds apart.

“Celebrating an elder’s birthday is what matters. No need for special arrangements—I’m not that particular,” Ren Yuheng replied modestly, showing none of the airs of a spoiled young master.

But Yan Yu didn’t forget the flash of coldness he’d seen in the man’s eyes. It didn’t take much to see that Ren Yuheng was no ordinary character—probably a smiling tiger, dangerous beneath the surface.

He might act polite and friendly now, but when the time came, he’d likely be the first to strike.

It seemed this trip to the Su family in Heron City was going to be anything but simple…