Trillionaire's Slice of Life

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Fan Gao and Fang Lihu, the two personal bodyguards, followed closely by Chu Mo's side. Perhaps because they were concerned about the safety of Chu Mo due to the crowded and chaotic crowd behind, Lei Ting, a grandmaster with an ice-cold aura, finally got out of the car. This tall man, measuring 1.95 meters, likewise followed behind.

Chu Mo arrived at the crowd, his clothes still carrying specks of dirt. He didn't need to worry about anything, with Fang Lihu, like a towering iron tower, clearing the way in front of him. The throng, which was originally wrapped tight, was forcibly pushed aside to make way.

With Fang Lihu's towering height of 2.3 meters and a weight close to 200 kilograms, wherever he went, people would automatically make way for him. And even if someone was collided into by him and wanted to lose their temper, they would invariably hold their tongues after seeing his massive frame, not daring to utter another word.

A moment later, Chu Mo, who was now in the inner layer of the crowd, looked out and indeed saw the red Ferrari. In front of the Ferrari, an elderly woman with white hair lay on the ground, her vegetable basket scattered, and an assortment of vegetables in disarray across the floor.

Chu Mo slightly narrowed his eyes. Seeing that the old woman's complexion was still fairly ruddy and there were no blood signs on the ground, and considering that her expression wasn't one of extreme pain, he could tell that she was probably not seriously harmed. The Ferrari must not have hit her; she was just scared.

Making a judgment call in his mind, Chu Mo shifted his gaze and immediately noticed the young woman in the driver's seat of the Ferrari.

She was a youthful girl around the age of twenty, with flowing long hair cascading over her shoulders. Her face was a little pale due to fright, and her eyes, as captivating as peach blossoms, were filled with lingering fear.

The crowd around was buzzing with comments, and naturally, the young woman inside the car became the target of everyone's rebuke. Although the elderly woman in front of the vehicle appeared unhurt, she had been frightened nonetheless. Additionally, since the young driver remained in the car from the beginning to the end and didn't bother to apologize, this was the reason behind the crowd's discontent.

Faced with the growing criticism from the surrounding crowd, the young woman in the driver's seat finally rolled down the window. She leaned slightly out and said to the old woman in front of the car:

"Move aside, I didn't even hit you. I have a dashcam in my car, don't even think about scamming me."

After the young woman spoke, the fallen old lady moved her lips slightly. Indeed, the car hadn't hit her; the elderly woman had only been startled. The old lady might not have been exposed to much of the world, seeing that the girl in the car was dressed ornately and was driving a luxury car she had never seen before, must be someone wealthy and didn't want to cause trouble, so she shakily got up from the ground and started to pick up her spilled vegetables.

The young woman in the Ferrari rolled up her window again, waiting emotionlessly. After a while, seeing that the old woman in front was still picking up things, she impatiently honked the horn a few times. The piercing noise almost made the old woman fall over again.

Chu Mo saw the young woman in the car restart the engine, the roaring sound reverberating in his ears and a hint of cold indifference flashing in his eyes.

Without a second thought, a cold-looking Chu Mo stepped forward and positioned himself directly in front of the Ferrari, effectively blocking the car's path.

The young woman behind the wheel, upon seeing someone block her way again, immediately grew impatient. She rolled down the window once more, poked her head out, and loudly demanded:

"What are you doing? Move out of the way, I've got something urgent!"

Chu Mo looked at the girl in front of him, her face full of impatience. He could well imagine how frustrated she must be. It was clear she didn't realize how improper her behavior was. On the contrary, in her eyes, the old woman blocking her way and himself were the wrong ones.

Chu Mo, adjusting the collar of his shirt without a flinch, remained firmly in front of the Ferrari, and spoke with a calm demeanor:

"Urgent matters? What urgent matters allow you to disregard life? Is there any urgency greater than a matter of life and death?"

The young woman in the car, seemingly brought up in a pampered environment, used to driving a Ferrari worth millions at such a young age, clearly had a privileged background. Accustomed to sycophants, there was hardly anyone who dared to defy her. Faced with Chu Mo's obstruction, the young woman, on the verge of exploding, coldly retorted:

"What do you mean 'a matter of life and death'? Are you trying to extort me? Let me tell you, I, Wu Youyou, am not easily frightened. Is that old granny hurt? Ask her yourself if I've hit her!"

The young woman in the car displayed a look of contempt, seemingly thinking that even speaking another word to someone like Chu Mo would be beneath her.

However, she failed to notice that a tall man of 1.95 meters had silently approached the car window. Should she make any sudden move, Lei Ting, who was on the verge of becoming a grandmaster, could end her life in one strike.

Although the surrounding crowd was fervently indignant, upon facing the arrogant, entitled young woman, no one dared to come forward and provoke trouble. After all, the kind of power that lay behind a girl driving a Ferrari was easy to infer without much thought, certainly not something that ordinary people could afford to provoke.

Finally, Chu Mo's anger was ignited. Given his status, he wouldn't normally stoop to argue with a young girl, but for some reason, seeing the superiority etched on the face of the young woman before him, he couldn't help but feel rage bubble up within him.

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