My cousin-in-law helped me achieve my ambitions.

In the corner, Wu Yumin was so frightened that his legs went weak, and a warm flow gushed out from his crotch—he had wet his pants.

He slumped to the ground, his face deathly pale, his whole body trembling, like a lump of mud.

Seeing this, Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground.

The young man in the white shirt didn't glance at Pegasus's men once from beginning to end.

He turned around, walked to Su Ming, squatted down, and calmly looked at the blood-covered boy.

"Can you stand up?" he asked.

Su Ming looked at him, at the black Audi behind him, and at the thugs kneeling on the ground, and a complex emotion he had never felt before welled up in his heart.

It's not gratitude, it's not relief.

It was shocking.

It is fear.

It was a profound shock and fear.

This is the taste of power.

No need to lift a finger, no need to say much, just one person, one car, and one name.

That's enough to make someone who was just arrogant kneel on the ground and slap themselves in the face.

Su Ming gritted his teeth, leaned against the wall, and slowly stood up.

He was covered in blood, his left arm hanging down, but his back was ramrod straight.

He looked at the young man in the white shirt in front of him and asked, slowly and deliberately, "Who are you?"

The young man glanced at him, and the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch slightly, as if he had smiled.

"Mr. Liu," he said, "get in the car, Sister Tong is waiting for you."

Su Ming nodded and slowly walked towards the black Audi, step by step.

Behind him, a group of people were kneeling on the ground, still slapping themselves repeatedly.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sound was particularly jarring in the quiet night.

As soon as Su Ming and the others got into the car, Fei Ma started cursing loudly: "Damn it, that bastard Wu Yumin, he killed me! No way, I have to settle the score with that kid."

After saying that, he waved his hand and led his men back in a hurry.

Wu Yumin, who was watching from the corner, was already terrified by the scene. When he saw that Fei Ma was going to cause him trouble, he turned around and ran away.

"Chase him! Beat him to death!" Pegasus roared, leading a group of thugs in pursuit of Wu Yumin.

At this moment, Bucktooth Zhong arrived with his three companions. When they saw Su Ming walking towards an Audi, they were startled when they saw the license plate. They couldn't help but shout, "Brother Ming, I'm sorry about today. I'm useless and made you suffer."

He already understood what was going on. Needless to say, Su Ming had definitely sent someone who had played a role, and one look at the license plate told him it was a truly important person.

"Dude, don't be like that. You helped me today, I'll remember that favor. I'll treat you another day!" Su Ming replied, then asked with concern, "How badly are you hurt? Should I take you to the hospital?"

"It's alright, I'll just go back and apply some medicine. I'm off!" Buck-toothed Zhong smiled and waved to Su Ming, then shouted to his two companions, "Brothers, let's go apply the medicine."

Su Ming smiled, turned around and walked towards the Audi again. Just as he reached the car door, Qiu Tong opened it and greeted him with concern: "Su Ming, what's wrong?"

She had actually wanted to rush over to check on Su Ming's injuries for a while, but Liu Sheng had told her that it was not appropriate for her to appear in that kind of situation, so she waited until everyone had left before she dared to show herself.

"It's nothing serious, just a minor cut and a little blood." Su Mingchao nodded to Qiu Tong and smiled, "Thank you, cousin... cousin."

He almost blurted out his true identity, but then he remembered that his cousin-in-law had told him to address Jiang Jian as his cousin, so he immediately changed his address.

"You said you were fine, but you're injured like this?" Qiu Tong supported Su Ming's arm and said with concern, "Come on, I'll take you to the hospital."

Ten minutes later, at the town's health center.

The lights in the hospital's emergency room were blindingly white, and the smell of disinfectant mixed with the stench of blood made Su Ming feel somewhat uncomfortable. He sat on a chair in the treatment room, shirtless, letting the nurses clean his wounds with iodine.

Large and small wounds covered his chest, back, and arms. The two longest wounds, one on his left arm and the other on his right rib, were torn open, and although they were all superficial wounds, they looked shocking.

The nurse was a pretty young woman in her thirties. She was quick and efficient, but the moment the iodine was applied, Su Ming couldn't help but gasp and his brows furrowed.

"Bear with it," the nurse said without looking up. "Now you know it hurts? Why didn't you think about the consequences when you were fighting?"

Su Ming gritted his teeth and remained silent. This pretty woman was really meddling.

The door to the treatment room was suddenly pushed open. Qiu Tong walked in with a young nurse carrying a tray.

Several boxes of medicine and a roll of gauze were on the tray. The young nurse placed the tray on the table next to her and walked over to Su Ming.

Qiu Tong instructed, "Xiao Li, take a look at him!"

Clearly, this was a nurse she had specially found through connections.

"I've already applied the medicine for him," the pretty young nurse called out.

"Thank you!" Qiu Tong nodded and smiled at the young nurse, then squatted down next to Su Ming.

"Does Su Ming feel pain?" Qiu Tong squatted down.

Then, Su Ming saw that her eyes were red.

"Sister-in-law, I'm fine..." Before he could finish speaking, he saw a tear slide down Qiu Tong's face.

She quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand, but the tears flowed like a broken string of pearls, the more she wiped, the more they came.

"You're injured like this, and you still say you're fine?" Her voice choked with sobs, tinged with suppressed tears. "Look at your body, is there even a single piece of good flesh left?"

Su Ming opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his throat felt blocked.

Qiu Tong didn't say anything more, but just squatted down beside him, looking at his wounds, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes, which were usually so shrewd and charming, were now red and filled with heartache and worry.

"Qiu Tong, if there's nothing else, I'll head over now." Seeing that Su Ming's wound had been treated, the nurse decided to leave without asking any more questions.

"Xiaoli, you go ahead and get busy!" Qiu Tong barely managed to stop her tears, turned her head and waved to the nurse.

"Okay, I'm leaving!" The young nurse smiled slightly and turned to leave. The young female nurse followed her out.

Only the two of them remained in the treatment room.

Qiu Tong reached out and carefully touched a bruise on Su Ming's shoulder. As soon as her fingertips touched the skin, she withdrew them as if she had been burned.

"Does it hurt?" she asked softly.

Su Ming shook his head, then nodded, and finally smiled foolishly: "It doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt. Sister-in-law, don't cry, you won't look pretty if you keep crying."

Qiu Tong was both amused and wanted to cry by his silly appearance, so she raised her hand and gently slapped him: "What time is it? Stop being so cheeky!"

The blow to the shoulder was so light it felt like a tickle.

Just then, a cell phone rang.

It's Qiu Tong's phone.

She took out her phone and glanced at it, her expression instantly changing—all her vulnerability and heartache vanished in that moment, replaced by a cautious respect.

"Feed..." She stood up, walked to the window, and lowered her voice.

Su Ming couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the phone; he could only see Qiu Tong's back. She was slightly bent over, her hand gripping the phone tightly, her whole demeanor exuding a humble air.

Seeing his cousin's sister-in-law's expression of being afraid of offending her, Su Ming vaguely guessed that it was that man who had called.