"Bang!" With a muffled thud, the stack of cash thrown from Ethan Cooper's hand actually left a dent in the Bentley's door as if it were a hammer, then fell to the ground.

A nearly ten-million-yuan luxury Bentley, with a heavy metal shell crafted by hand through 15 stages and 120 processes, actually got dented by a stack of soft cash?

"Bastard, what the hell are you doing?" The Bentley driver was truly furious now. But despite his rage, he was only heartbroken over the dent in his car, completely overlooking the fact that it was a stack of soft cash that had caused it. If he had thought this through, he probably wouldn't have dared to make a fuss.

Ethan Cooper raised his arm, ignoring him, and instead said coldly, "Call that old man out."

"Motherfucker, you must have a death wish!" The hot-tempered Bentley driver couldn't hold back any longer. With a sudden tiger-like leap, he raised his leg for a side kick, his movements swift and powerful—clearly a trained fighter.

Ethan Cooper was a bit interested when he saw the form of that kick. This guy's skills weren't bad. He slightly hunched his shoulders and turned his body, elegantly and effortlessly dodging the kick.

Missing his target, the Bentley driver was a bit surprised. Seeing the other party smiling and beckoning at him, that infuriating smile was like a master testing his apprentice, which made him even angrier. Clenching his fist, he threw a punch at the other's chest as fast as lightning. But this was just a feint; before the punch's force had dissipated, his knee suddenly shot toward the other's abdomen. This was the real killer move—if it landed, even an iron man would double over in pain and collapse.

Ethan Cooper had already seen through his malicious intent when he raised his shoulder and twisted his hips. The move was indeed decent, but compared to the experts sent by the Empress of Liao, it was nothing but a petty trick, not even worth a laugh. Ethan Cooper simply pressed down with one hand to catch his knee, while his other hand, faster than lightning, grabbed the driver's throat.

The Bentley driver panicked, throwing both fists at Ethan Cooper, but suddenly a tremendous force clamped down on his neck, choking him so hard he could barely breathe. His chest tightened, his vision darkened, and he nearly fainted from dizziness. His raised hands fell limply. He understood very well that if he insisted on attacking, this man's unmatched strength could easily snap his neck in an instant. Realizing how terrifying his opponent was, the Bentley driver dared not make another move.

"Stop!" A stern, deep voice rang out. The old man who had just vomited all over Ethan Cooper stepped out of the car.

Chapter 10: So That's How It Is

"Stop!" A stern, deep voice rang out. The old man who had just vomited all over Ethan Cooper stepped out of the car.

Ethan Cooper snorted coldly, released his grip, and gave a push. The Bentley driver staggered back several steps, furious, and immediately pulled out his phone to make a call. But when he caught the old man's sharp, casual glance, he obediently put the phone away.

"What are you standing here for? Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?" the old man scolded in a deep voice.

The driver, who had been so aggressive just moments before, didn't dare utter a word and slunk back into the car, dejected.

The old man had already figured out what had happened while sitting in the car. He had wanted to get out earlier, but feeling stifled and dizzy, he couldn't summon the energy. Only now did he finally catch his breath. "Young man, I truly apologize for what just happened. I just returned from a long trip abroad, and the journey left me feeling unwell. I didn't expect to vomit on you. Let me apologize. How much was your clothing? I'm willing to compensate you."

Ethan Cooper stared at the old man for a long moment before replying coolly, "Old man, the reason I had my sister chase after you wasn't to get an apology or compensation."

Hearing this, not only the driver but even Megan Brooks was confused, thinking: Weren't you trying to get justice? I was!

"Then what is it that you want, young man?" The old man was baffled, looking at the deep-eyed youth in confusion.

"The food you just vomited contained bloody traces and toxic evil. If you don't get treated soon, you won't live more than half a month. That's all I have to say—take care of yourself." With that, Ethan Cooper cupped his fists in a rather old-fashioned gesture, then turned away and got into the car without another glance.

Megan Brooks nearly spat out blood on the spot when she heard this. She had risked everything to get justice for him, only to find out he was kindly warning the other party! For a moment, she felt like even Pigsy in the mirror looked more human than she did. She stood there dumbfounded for a while, and only when she saw Ethan Cooper had already gotten into the car did she mutter, "Heartless brat," snort at the old man, pick up the stack of cash from the ground, and quickly get into her own car!

That stack of cash was at least eighteen thousand yuan. Ethan Cooper might not know the value of daily necessities, but she certainly did! If the Bentley driver had thrown the money at her as an insult, she felt it wasn't nearly insulting enough!

The old man stood there in a daze, unable to figure out whether that brash youth had been cursing him or genuinely warning him. But this time, after returning from France, he did feel something was wrong. He had never gotten airsick before, but on the plane, his stomach had started churning. After landing, the discomfort only got worse, not better. Even a slight acceleration in the car made him feel ill, and in the end, he couldn't help but vomit.