On my way to the airport, a Porsche tried to cut me off. I didn't let him in. As a result, after he overtook me, he kept brake-checking me. Because I was in a rush, I didn't want to get into it with a road rager, so I chose to tolerate it. Unexpectedly, my patience only encouraged him to escalate. In less than a hundred yards, he brake-checked me five times. I reached my limit and decided to call the police. While I was reading his license plate number to the dispatcher, blood rushed to my head, and I slammed on the gas, ramming right into him. Because, while reading his plate, I realized this Porsche was the birthday gift my wife had asked me for just last week. ...... 1 Bang! My Volkswagen Phaeton slammed directly into the rear of the Porsche. A man in sunglasses with a cigarette dangling from his mouth got out of the Porsche. He stormed arrogantly up to my car and kicked my door: "You broke ass, did you see the badge? PORSCHE!" "A crappy VW dares to hit a Porsche? Did you eat a leopard's heart for courage?" When I saw a man get out of the car, my heart sank. Things were exactly as bad as I thought. I rolled down the window and sized him up coldly, trying to glean a clue from his words and actions. "Three million! Not a penny less, or I'll make sure you can't handle the consequences!" He held up three fingers and shouted at me through the window. I suppressed the urge to get out and slap him, deciding to wait and see what his relationship with my wife was. 2 A collision between luxury cars in a busy downtown area quickly gathered a crowd of onlookers. "This is gonna be good. That Porsche looks like it costs millions. This VW owner is going to pay through the nose." "This is the price of being willful. Enduring a moment brings peace; why try to show off? Now look, he's going to lose everything." Encouraged by the crowd, the sunglass-wearing man became even more arrogant. He kicked my door again, his eyes fierce. "Driving a crappy VW, you didn't yield to a Porsche? Look at you acting tough!" "Now you're scared, hiding in the car like a turtle? Too late!" "This is the new car my wife bought me, a whole three million dollars! Pay up now, or I'll send you to jail!" Wife? Sure enough, there's something fishy. That damned bitch, let's see how you end this today! After thinking it over, I slowly pushed open the car door, looked coldly at that arrogant and slightly immature face, and said indifferently: "If anyone is paying, it's you paying me. I was going straight; you changed lanes to overtake. You are fully responsible!" "Also, speaking of jail, those two kicks to my door just now count as intentional damage to property. Those two kicks alone are enough to send you to jail." "I don't know the law, don't talk law to me! I only know I drive a Porsche, so you have to make way!" "Jail? The jail that can hold me, Chris Hall, hasn't been built yet!" 3 Seeing his reckless face, I couldn't help but sneer. Some onlookers, seeing the sunglass man driving a luxury car and speaking dominantly, assumed he was some young master from a wealthy family. Wanting to curry favor, they started chiming in for him. "This VW driver talks big. Hit someone else's car and wants them to pay? Someone gets mad and kicks his door once, and he wants to send them to jail? He thinks just because the other guy is young, he's easy to fool!" "Young man, don't be afraid. Add my number; uncle can testify for you if needed!" "Yeah, bro, I studied some law too. Damage to property only becomes criminal over five thousand. That kick just now scratched a little paint at most. How could a little paint on his crappy VW be worth five thousand?" The already arrogant Chris Hall got even more pumped up listening to the crowd's instigation. He slapped the hood of my car hard and yelled at me: "Today, not only will you pay for my car, but you also have to kneel and apologize to me, or don't think about leaving!" I sneered and pointed at the approaching traffic police: "Ask the officer who should pay! As for kneeling, you better find a spot for yourself in advance!" 4 "I'll slap..." Enraged, Chris rushed over trying to get physical, but I kicked him to the ground. He got up wanting to continue the tussle, but was stopped by the arriving traffic police. "Stop, or you're all coming to the station!" "Officer, this pauper hit my car and beat me up. Arrest him quickly." Chris held his waist, pointing at me and complaining to the officer. The officer ignored his wild accusations and instead asked us to provide dashcam footage. I pulled up the dashcam video on my phone for the officer to see. After watching my footage, the officer looked coldly at the arrogant Chris: "It's clearly entirely your fault. How do you have the nerve to shout for others to pay?" "You'd better settle the compensation with the rear car as soon as possible, or we can only take you back to the station for dangerous driving." "Do you cops know how to judge? Look clearly, I'm driving a Porsche, and my wife is a big shot. You can't afford to offend her..." "I don't care what car you drive or whose husband you are. We are only responsible for enforcing the law impartially. I warn you, if you refuse to accept the penalty again, we will take you back to the station." Chris complained indignantly at first, but seeing the officer's stern expression, he dared not act rashly and chose to call for help. I glanced at the number; sure enough, he was calling my wife, Sophia Reed. 5 Although I couldn't hear the content of their call, from the playful smile on Chris's face and his intimate tone, I knew they were flirting while solving the problem. After the call, Chris regained his swagger, pointing at his car and saying arrogantly: "Pay up then, big deal!" "My Porsche has three million in insurance coverage. It's more than enough to pay for your crappy VW. I won't short you a penny, you pauper!" I sneered internally. With your measly insurance, you want to pay for my limited edition Phaeton? Besides, act recklessly like that, and you're not even covered by insurance. I'm going to force you two adulterers to show your true colors today. Soon, the insurance company rep arrived. The claims adjuster seemed to know cars. One look at my car and his face went pale. When he finished reading the accident report in the sunglass man's hand, he let out a long breath. "Sir, this accident was caused by your malicious brake-checking. It is not within the scope of our company's coverage. Please negotiate compensation with the other party yourself, thank you!" Hearing he had to pay himself, Chris's face changed instantly. He pointed at the adjuster and cursed: "What kind of broken insurance company are you? Accidents aren't covered? Isn't this cheating us of our money?" The adjuster didn't want to tangle with him, waved his hand, and walked away. "So, pay up or go to jail?"
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