Chapter 32: A Bunch of Scum

The girl standing in the center of the crowd was Fang Yufei. She was twenty-four or twenty-five years old, possessing a delicate face, a slender figure with exquisite curves, and long, straight black hair. Dressed in a white T-shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of simple white sneakers, with a backpack slung over her shoulders, her look was fresh, natural, and clean-cut. By the standards of her homeland, she was a true beauty—fair-skinned, pretty, and long-legged.

However, she looked somewhat disheveled at the moment. Her white T-shirt and jeans were torn, her arms appeared to have a few scrapes, and she stood there stubbornly, clutching a bicycle helmet in her hand. On the ground beside her lay a road bike with a twisted and deformed front wheel—the clear result of a collision. In front of the bike sat an orange Aston Martin DB11, with a noticeable dent in the driver's side door. Judging by the scene, it seemed the Aston Martin had turned out from the road beside the gymnasium and accidentally collided with Fang Yufei as she rode past. The severity of the dent suggested that Fang Yufei had been traveling at a high speed, leading to the unfortunate outcome.

The owner of the Aston Martin was an Asian youth of about twenty-five or twenty-six, who was leaning