I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2196 - 1403: Today Is a Good Day~

Fifth Ring Road.

A massive chain supermarket.

Even though the sign remained illuminated, as the clock neared nine in the evening, they had ceased serving shoppers and begun their shutdown routines.

Underground parking area.

Two vehicles, one pursuing the other, executed a tight turn into the second subterranean floor.

Far more open.

And remarkably silent.

"Screech—"

At last.

The gasoline-powered vehicle, with no escape route, halted in a secluded cul-de-sac.

By chance.

Right next to it.

Another vehicle sat parked sideways, featuring a crumpled fender and collision scars on the bumper.

Tsk...

Nabbing two birds with one stone, twice the headache.

The crimson electric vehicle that had tailed them for miles chose not to strike back. After all, even though the opponents had fled after the bump, that didn't justify intentional ramming, especially considering the dangers involved and the potential twist with traffic authorities where righteousness might flip to fault.

The occupants of both cars proved cunning too. Noticing the pursuing red electric car easing off and coming to a halt, they simultaneously swung open their doors.

No kidding.

Safety comes foremost.

Should the pursuer refuse to brake and simply ram them, remaining inside the vehicle would undoubtedly be the securest option.

"Bang bang bang..."

The successive slams of car doors rang out.

Oh.

Quite a crowd.

One, two, three...

A total of ten individuals emerged, all robust fellows, with both gasoline cars packed to capacity.

No surprise they failed to lose an electric car; it wasn't solely due to the jammed urban streets.

What's the smartest move right now?

Obviously, to swiftly back up and execute a sharp spin to depart, given the opponents' numerical advantage, each appearing intimidating, while she stood solitary.

For most other females, even the fortunate Sister Luck, they would swallow a minor setback for the bigger picture, flee at the initial threat, and let the vehicle repair matter get handled by cops and insurers.

Yet Hu Die refused that path. She not only avoided firing up the engine but, facing a pack of men glaring at her like predators through the glass, she performed the unthinkable by killing the ignition entirely.

A tenacious sort for sure.

But as a female, it's forgivable; forget about not retreating until slamming into a barrier, some won't yield until they've smashed right through it.

Grasping the present peril as key to staying alive?

Ridiculous talk.

Such awareness simply isn't there!

When a lady turns tough, no guy can bluff his way through her resolve.

Ever witnessed a woman at an ATM who unluckily crossed paths with a thief? If it were a fellow, most would shrink back and quickly surrender the cash, yet she didn't yield to the outlaw—instead, she boldly yelled: "If you dare, kill me."

Regarding the outcome.

Why label her a casualty?

Since this lady received exactly what she provoked; after her defiant cry of "if you dare, kill me," the thug truly fired a bullet into her skull.

A real champion avoids short-term pains, but that's men's wisdom; how does it apply to women?

Particularly when their spirits are low.

Hu Die's mindset had evidently been off-kilter recently, and she'd already held back after the initial strike.

Amid ten hostile stares, the door on the driver's side of the electric car swung open.

Hu Die, on her own, exited, dressed in gym-fresh attire—athletic wear and sleek sharkskin tights, rather alluring.

"Beauty, tailing us all this way in the dark, what's your game?"

The one speaking stroked his jaw, eyeing Hu Die from head to toe, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"The evening stretches on, beauty; feeling lonesome by yourself, reluctant to head home, eh, haha..."

Crude chuckles boomed around.

The group of ten displayed zero remorse for their hit-and-run, openly mocking Hu Die.

"Beauty, should loneliness strike you, us brothers can take care of it, don't worry, it's on the house!"

"Done chatting?"

Hu Die's expression stayed composed, unshaken.

"Hmph."

A man snorted, his face shifting instantly, the sly grin fading into a dark scowl.

"If you're smart, follow us."

"That's precisely why I'm here."

"..."

Hu Die's reply caught them off guard.

True enough.

She'd trailed them straight to this spot, hadn't she?

"Little miss, don't assume you can scrap; to avoid pain, hop in the vehicle nicely and tag along."

With her hooked successfully, no point in disguising further; the evening's mishaps weren't random—both impacts were clearly on purpose.

The ten brawny guys dropped the act, faces hardening with ferocity, exuding a chilling intent to harm.

The deliberately selected second basement level proved perfect, leveraging optimal timing, location, and manpower.

"If there are more, summon them."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Hu Die's words left the ten men quiet as one.

Aware of the quarry's abilities, the assigned operatives were elite picks, far from the dim-witted foes in films. They skipped idle chatter; two headed to the backs of the gasoline cars, popped the trunks, and retrieved folding shovels, baseball bats, anti-skid chains...

Brilliant!

Absolutely pros, blast it!

All know how stringent Kyoto's regulations are, with endless focus on citizen protection, yet these trunk items—

Even if discovered, they'd pass as lawful and proper, wouldn't they?

Expert underworld crews stand apart from street punks; it's not merely brute force, but smart thinking that counts most.

Confronted by the gear pulled from the trunks, Hu Die neither smirked nor panicked, though whether she second-guessed her rashness remained unclear.

"You climbing in voluntarily, or do we help you aboard?"

Delivering the last warning.

As for the disgrace of outnumbering her, spare the jests—they're mobsters, not do-gooders.