Chapter 5: The Car Was Scratched

Qin Feng's target was clear—Yunding Mansion.

This was Jincheng's most prestigious new residential district, located at the city's bustling edge yet secluded amid noise, backed by a wetland park and facing a winding river. With its extreme privacy, top-tier property services, and astronomical prices, it had become the new symbol of status among the local elite.

He made no appointment; he simply took a taxi there wearing yesterday's Armani suit. As for the Porsche, he decided to bring it over only after settling in and securing a private garage—for now, he'd keep a low profile.

The taxi was politely stopped a hundred meters from Yunding Mansion's grand gate. A uniformed security guard, crisp and stern, approached, his gaze sweeping over the ordinary taxi and its passenger. His tone was courteous but carried an invisible distance: "Sir, hello. Do you have an appointment? Or are you a visitor? Which homeowner should we contact?"

"Viewing a unit," Qin Feng said, rolling down the window, brief and to the point.

A flicker of barely noticeable surprise crossed the guard's eyes, but his professionalism kept him from asking more. He merely registered the visit and directed the taxi to the nearby sales center.

The sales center was extravagantly designed: a massive crystal chandelier, marble floors gleaming like mirrors, and a faint, luxurious fragrance hanging in the air. Several well-dressed sales advisors were explaining models to clients, but when they saw Qin Feng step out of the taxi, most merely glanced and returned to their work. Only one young female advisor, still fresh-faced and unpolished, stepped forward.

"Sir, hello. Are you here to view a unit? I'm the sales advisor here—my name is Su Qing." Her smile was clean, her eyes free of calculating scrutiny.

"Yes. Show me the available floor plans—preferably with a private garage, ready for immediate move-in." Qin Feng stated his requirements directly.

Su Qing's eyes brightened slightly. Clients who made such specific demands usually had clear intent. She immediately guided Qin Feng to the model display area and began a detailed presentation.

"We still have a few top-floor duplexes in Zone A, around eight hundred square meters each, with rooftop gardens and private pools—but they require custom renovation and take longer. Zone B has fully finished large flats, three to five hundred square meters, with excellent views, but private garages must be purchased or rented separately…"

As he listened, Qin Feng silently activated the 【Consumption Critical Hit Card】 in his System Space.

【Consumption Critical Hit Card (Basic) activated! Countdown: 23:59:59. The Host must complete one purchase before the countdown ends to receive a random 1-10x cash refund (capped at 10 million yuan).】

A flash of golden light vanished—only he could see the countdown begin ticking.

His gaze swept the model, finally settling on Zone C: six low-rise villas, each surrounded by meticulously landscaped gardens, offering exceptional privacy.

"What about Zone C?" he pointed.

"Sir, you have excellent taste!" Su Qing's voice carried excitement. "Zone C is our 'collectible-tier' product—only twelve units total. Each is three stories above ground, with a sunken courtyard, private elevator, and a two-car independent garage. All feature top-brand finishes, fully furnished with appliances—truly move-in ready. But… the price is high. Only one model unit remains, priced at… ninety-eight million yuan."

Nearly a hundred million!

Even with over a hundred million in cash, Qin Feng's heart skipped at the number. It would nearly drain his liquid assets. But thinking of the Consumption Critical Hit Card's refund, plus the environment, privacy, and the included independent garage, he made his decision instantly.

This one.

"Take me to see it," Qin Feng said calmly.

Su Qing suppressed her excitement, quickly retrieved the keys, and led Qin Feng to a sightseeing electric cart bound for Zone C.

The on-site viewing satisfied Qin Feng completely. The interior design was refined, materials premium, views expansive—and most importantly, the two-car independent garage perfectly solved his parking needs for both sports cars. As a model unit, it was maintained like new.

"I'll take this one." Back at the sales center, Qin Feng spoke no further words and pulled out his bank card.

Su Qing could hardly believe her ears. Even the veteran sales advisors who had ignored him moments ago now turned, stunned and envious. This was a house worth nearly a hundred million—and he'd decided it so swiftly? From entry to commitment, less than an hour!

"Y-yes! Sir, please follow me to process the paperwork!" Su Qing's voice trembled.

The payment went smoothly. Ninety-eight million yuan was transferred; Qin Feng's account balance instantly shrank to just over ten million. But almost simultaneously, a cheerful system alert chimed in his mind:

【Ding! Host successfully completed a purchase of 98,000,000 yuan! Consumption Critical Hit Card triggered!】

【Critical multiplier randomly generating…】

【Congratulations, Host! 8x Critical Hit triggered!】

【Refund calculation: 98,000,000 * 8 = 784,000,000 yuan! (Capped at 10,000,000 yuan)】

【Refunded amount of 1,000,000 yuan has been automatically deposited into the Host's linked bank card. Source of funds: legitimate!】

Ten million!

Though capped at ten million, preventing a higher multiplier, this was still free wealth—equivalent to paying only eighty-eight million for a mansion worth nearly a hundred million.

Looking at the bank SMS on his phone, Qin Feng's lips curled slightly. This was worth it.

The complex purchase contracts and property transfer procedures moved swiftly under Yunding Mansion's efficient team. Qin Feng signed until his hand ached, yet his mood was light. He expected to receive the keys and documents by afternoon, officially becoming the owner.

At noon, Qin Feng politely declined Su Qing's company-sponsored lunch invitation and took a taxi back to campus. He planned to move out of the dorm that afternoon—some personal items needed to be taken.

The taxi stopped beneath the familiar dorm building.

Qin Feng stepped out, his gaze automatically sweeping toward the spot where his crimson Porsche 911 Turbo S had been parked.

The next instant, his steps froze. His relaxed expression shattered, replaced by icy, sharp fury.

His brand-new, sleek, dazzling Porsche was now covered in violent, jagged white scratches—from hood to doors to trunk, not a single panel of paint remained unmarred. Especially on the driver's side door, two crooked, deeply carved characters had been gouged:

"POOR BASTARD!"

Sunlight glinted off the deep scratches, blindingly, like mocking scars etched into Qin Feng's heart.

A crowd of students had gathered, pointing and whispering, their faces filled with sympathy, curiosity, or cruel amusement.

Qin Feng's fists clenched silently, knuckles whitening with pressure. A cold rage rose from his core, spreading through every limb.

He walked slowly to the car, extended his hand, and traced his fingertips over the deep grooves—rough, cold to the touch.

He didn't need to guess who did this.

Zhao Kun.

Only he had motive—and the cowardice, the desperation, to retaliate this way.

Lost the race and his pride on the mountain road yesterday? Afraid to face me head-on, so you resort to this petty, despicable act?

Good.

Qin Feng slowly straightened, his face cold enough to freeze frost. He pulled out his new phone and dialed Su Qing at Yunding Mansion.

"Mr. Qin?" Su Qing's voice remained respectful.

"Miss Su, I need a favor." Qin Feng's tone was unnervingly calm. "I'm moving out this afternoon. I need a temporary vehicle—something low-key, an SUV will do. Please contact a rental company and have it delivered to the Jincheng University dormitory building as soon as possible."

"Of course, Mr. Qin. I'll arrange it immediately!"

After hanging up, Qin Feng glanced once more at the defaced Porsche. Deep in his eyes, a sliver of malice flickered and vanished.

He'd thought Zhao Kun and his kind weren't worth his time.

But now he saw: some people won't learn respect until they're crushed into the mud.

The Malicious Curse function remains locked.

But the System isn't limited to just that one method.

He pulled out his phone, found the WeChat of yesterday's lackey, and sent a message with only three words:

"Tell Zhao Kun, the game has escalated."