Divine Lucky Star

At this moment, the posture of the two was extremely ambiguous. The woman's entire upper body leaned against Wang Hao's chest. Faint fragrances from her dark hair gently wafted into Wang Hao's nostrils.

"It's... it's ok," the woman said, but she was pinned under the steel pipe above her. She tried to straighten herself up, but it was impossible. She could only lie in Wang Hao's embrace.

"Um," Wang Hao glanced around anxiously, "Someone's coming. Can you unlock my handcuffs first? Otherwise, people might get the wrong idea if they see us like this. Don't worry, I promise I won't do anything else."

"Alright!" Maybe Wang Hao saving her twice in critical moments played a big role. This time, she didn't resist at all: "I'll unlock you now."

She took out the key and unlocked the handcuffs for Wang Hao. Wang Hao moved his wrists around and sighed in relief: "Finally, some freedom..."

By now, a large crowd had already gathered around. After all, a scene like this was almost like a Hollywood blockbuster that ordinary people would never see. Within half a minute, more than a thousand people had surrounded them, layer after layer.

As for the drivers involved in the crash, they all approached from a distance, surrounding the Ferrari, each thinking about what to do next.

After all, this was definitely not a small traffic accident, something that you might not see for years.

"Here, be careful," Wang Hao first placed his hands under the woman's armpits. The woman's body trembled slightly, but considering the current situation, there was no time to worry too much. With a great effort, Wang Hao pulled the woman from her position, causing her to sit very intimately on his lap.

Her skin felt very soft and elastic.

Such an enticing scene was a once-in-a-lifetime blessing for any man, but Wang Hao wasn't in the mood to care about that – not to mention he didn't know if his bad luck had passed, and the other drivers, about five meters away, were approaching. In this emotional moment, Wang Hao naturally couldn't let the woman intervene, so he whispered: "Stay in the car and don't move, no matter what happens. Emotions are running high right now, and you never know what might happen if you go out. So just stay in the car, and if you can call someone, do that. I'll go out and handle things first."

The woman bit her lip, her large sunglasses hiding her face, making it impossible to tell what kind of expression she had now. But her slightly trembling hands betrayed her: "Y... you be careful..."

"Don't worry, it'll be fine," Wang Hao smiled, then opened the car door. Before getting out, he instructed: "Lock the door, and don't come out no matter what happens!"

"Mm!" The woman nodded firmly.

After getting out of the car, Wang Hao finally saw the scene around him clearly.

Oh my god! More than fifty cars had collided into a mess!

Even in the immediate vicinity, there was a Toyota Prado, a Honda Accord, two units of it, an Audi A6L, an A4L, and a Ford Mondeo. A little further away, there were three more cars, but it was unclear what models they were...

No need for post-production to shoot a scene from "Fast and Furious 8" here...

Seeing that someone from the accident had finally appeared, the surrounding crowd began to chatter—

"Look, look, someone has come out, it's a man!"

"Looks like the driver is a woman. What's going on? A rich woman's boy toy?"

"Hard to say. The woman looks quite young. I think she's probably a rich man's mistress or goddaughter!"

"Could be, could be!"

Generally speaking, people who could drive such luxury cars weren't ordinary. But the problem was, the driver was a woman, and there was a young man in the passenger seat who was kind of handsome. Naturally, everyone mistook Wang Hao for being a gigolo kept by a wealthy mistress...

Truly, the imagination of Heavenly people could break all bounds...

The crowd buzzed with discussion, while a few car owners had already rushed up—

"How the hell do you drive?!" One car owner, who seemed very agitated, rushed up and grabbed Wang Hao by the collar: "This is a main road! If you're going to fool around, can you at least pick another place?!"

The others were also fuming nearby: "Exactly, exactly! Can you people pay some attention to the place?! Is the road your lovey-dovey spot?!" "Right, look at the mess you've caused!"

"Hey, hold on, don't get agitated. Let's talk this over," Wang Hao very straightforwardly raised his hands, indicating he had no ill intent: "What's done is done, and saying these things won't help. Your reaction isn't going to solve anything."

"Bullshit!" The man raised his fist to punch Wang Hao: "This is a brand-new car! It hasn't even hit a hundred kilometers, and now look at the mess! The front end is wrecked!"

The people around nodded in agreement: "Yeah, mine's new too. It hurts to see it crashed." "I'm telling you, these gigolos are the worst. Stupid boy toy living off a woman, now look at the trouble you caused! You're in for it once the truth comes out!" "Who knows, once his relationship with that woman gets exposed, her boss or so-called godfather will probably deal with him, to vent our anger!"

The cars involved in the crash were mostly higher-end models, and the owners were prominent figures in society. Although the woman was driving a Ferrari, it still didn't make them hesitant.

It's no exaggeration to say that if the identities of the car owners present were revealed, they'd comprise a standard upper-middle social circle.

"It's not like what everyone thinks," Wang Hao said dejectedly, "Can we talk calmly?"

"Talk my ass!" The most agitated car owner swung his fist at Wang Hao. Unexpectedly, halfway through his swing, a fleshy hand caught his fist.

Then, a thick voice rang out: "Brother Hao?!"

Someone still recognizes me in this situation?

Out of curiosity, Wang Hao looked over, and immediately saw a young, chubby man with an oily face, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, flanked by two guys with arm tattoos. The chubby man wore a simple T-shirt, a gold chain as thick as a pinky finger adorned his neck, and a bag was tucked under his armpit. He stood there like a mountain of flesh: "Brother Hao, is it really you?"

"You are..." Wang Hao looked carefully, then suddenly laughed: "Gosh, Ren Xing, you've gotten so fat over the years?"

"Hahaha, yeah, can't help it, I gain weight even by drinking water," the chubby man named Ren Xing casually swatted the most agitated man away like a chicken, then laughed: "Damn, back in high school, we used to drink and brawl together, then Brother Hao, you went to University, and we lost touch. What's with the big commotion today?"