After being reborn, I refused to be a sucker, and my whole family was dumbfounded.

Chapter 77

Lin Ling's head slammed heavily against the steering wheel, and he felt a wave of dizziness, but he still hurriedly looked at Yang Mengyu.

She sat there, still shaken, her pretty face pale with fright.

Lin Ling hurriedly went to the passenger seat, pulled her up, and carefully examined her, asking anxiously, "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

Yang Mengyu clutched her thigh: "It hurts a little here."

Lin Ling hurriedly lifted the hem of her suit skirt and discovered a small swelling on her fair skin.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "Luckily there's no bleeding. Don't worry, I'll take you to the hospital right now."

He gently touched Yang Mengyu's fair thigh with his hand: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. Let me blow on it for you."

Yang Mengyu's pretty face flushed slightly: "No, it doesn't hurt anymore, please stop touching me."

She slapped Lin Ling's hand away, her face full of anger: "You're not going to take advantage of me, are you?"

Lin Ling then realized that the area she had touched was very close to her underwear, and quickly withdrew her hand, frowning as she asked, "It's all swollen and it doesn't hurt?"

"It's alright, it'll be fine in a bit." Yang Mengyu said helplessly, "The car has crashed into the wasteland, we need to find a crane to lift it up, we definitely can't drive it out."

"We can't delay our trip to the provincial capital."

"It's okay if it's delayed, your safety is the most important thing." Lin Ling looked guilty. "I'm sorry, I didn't notice."

Yang Mengyu felt a warm feeling in her heart and gently hugged Lin Ling: "Don't worry, I'm fine. I probably just bumped into something."

She looked at Lin Ling and said, "Luckily, you weren't hurt either."

Lin Ling breathed a sigh of relief, looked to the roadside, and discovered the cause of the car accident.

Porcelain shards were scattered along the roadside, along with a white cloth torn askew.

The country roads are not paved, just cement roads, and it had just rained heavily, so the roads were washed very white.

No wonder I didn't see it; anyone would have been in a car accident in that situation.

Yang Mengyu frowned slightly: "Why are there people leaving these bowls and plates on the main road and covering them with white cloth?"

"Something's not right." Lin Ling lit a cigarette, his brows furrowing slightly.

He took out his phone and sent the location to Black Wolf, telling him to bring his men over here immediately.

Just then, a dilapidated Nissan drove up, and several simply dressed men jumped out.

The man with the mole on his chin jumped out of the car, knelt down, and wailed, "Ah! My Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain! Ah! My Ming Dynasty auspicious plate!"

"Smash any blind fool you can find!"

The men beside him glared fiercely at Lin Ling, who was standing in the wasteland: "You two, stop right there!"

When they saw the Mercedes S-Class stuck in the wasteland, their eyes lit up.

We've caught a big fish!

Then the group rushed over in a hurry.

Yang Mengyu's pretty face paled: "What do they mean?"

"A staged accident." Lin Ling's lips curled into a cold smile as he calculated the time in his mind.

It's a half-hour drive from here to downtown Nanzhou. By the time Black Wolf and his crew arrive, they probably won't be able to wait any longer.

He sent another message to Black Wolf: "Trouble's brewing, get it over with quickly."

Soon, the group rushed over.

The four people surrounded Lin Ling and Yang Mengyu, looking them up and down.

"How could you be so careless?" An elderly, withered man stared into Lin Ling's eyes. "Where did you come from? Where are you going?"

Lin Ling glanced at him and said indifferently, "Are you a police officer? Do I even need to tell you this?"

The group was taken aback by Lin Ling's firm stance, and their faces immediately turned angry.

In the past, when they staged accidents, the victims were usually terrified and allowed to question them.

Lin Ling actually dared to use this attitude.

The gaunt old man snorted angrily: "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to drink the penalty shot. You've got some guts, young man."

"I advise you to behave yourself, or you'll be crying later."

"What are you trying to do?" Yang Mengyu glared fiercely at the group.

"Wow... this girl is top-notch." One of the men looked Yang Mengyu up and down, his eyes lingering on her pretty face: "Are you hurt? Come here, let me take a look."

"Goodness, it's all swollen here. Let Uncle rub it for you."

After saying that, he leaned forward and touched Yang Mengyu's chest.