" Hey, you office worker dude, fucking move over. "
A biker who calls himself The Mad Wolf parps the car horn on his Yamaha MT-07 big bike to cut in line.
" Oi, wait in line! "
The office worker shouts at the biker inside the driver seat of a used, secondhand Toyota Corolla.
" Hell nah, office worker. My big bike is not made for waiting. Not like your cheap car. "
The Mad Wolf says, clearly amused.
The office worker grits his teeth, but he says nothing.
He makes way for The Mad Wolf, who revs up his Yamaha MT-07 to the gas pump.
The Mad Wolf takes out a cigarette from a full Zhonghua Cigarette pack.
He lights the cigarette near the gas pump, totally oblivious to the side glances of those on ordinary cars.
" What the hell are you doing, sir? You do realise it's very dangerous, yes? That's risky. Lighting a cigarette near the gas pump might cause a fire. It's also a health hazard. "
The gas pump attendant comes running at the smell of the tobacco.
" Throw that cigarette into the trash bin. Now. "
The female pump attendant says, her voice full of authority.
She looks no older than 20.
She places her hands on her hips, and stares an iron stare at the Mad Wolf.
The Mad Wolf ignores her, and continues on smoking.
" How dare you reproach me? I'm a rich biker. You are just a lowly gas attendant. "
The Mad Wolf says with a dangerous glint in his eye that promises more trouble.
" Is that The Mad Wolf? "
" He is mad indeed. "
" A wolf? Hah. He's a rabid dog! "
" A rabid dog? He's a pup pretending to be an adult. "
" How dare he cause trouble! "
" He dares cause trouble because he can. "
" He dares cause trouble because he's arrogant. "
" Who was his father again? "
" His father is Wu Hutian. "
" Wu Hutian? The owner of Hutian Machinery? "
" That's his father. He imports secondhand machinery. "
" Like father, like son. Both of them like to brag."
" The son is worse than the father. "
" The son is worse than the father indeed. "
" At least you can still reason with Wu Hutian. "
" While The Mad Wolf is unreasonable. "
" I wish someone would put him in his place. "
The disgruntled office employees say to each other, in hushed tones.
But The Mad Wolf pays them no mind.
Why will he?
He's a biker whose bike costs way more than their paltry second-hand cars.
Naturally, he will dare to act arrogant.
Because he can.
And no one dares to oppose him.
The Mad Wolf doesn't even finish his cigarette stick.
He exhales. A puff of smoke can be seen from his nose.
He throws the still glowing cigarette stick down on the ground.
And he lights another cigarette.
" Hey there, pump attendant. I want Octane 92 for my big baby. Full tank. "
The Mad Wolf says, winking at the female pump attendant, while he loudly slaps 123 RMB straight at the cashier of the gas station.
It nearly makes the cashier jump out of his seat in surprise.
" There's no need to shock people half to death when you pay, sir. Be civilized. "
The cashier sternly warns The Mad Wolf, but The Mad Wolf isn't even listening.
The female pump attendant ignores The Mad Wolf's flirty overtures, while she fills the Yamaha M2-07 Big Bike.
" Tsk, what a show-off. "
" Even I can afford Octane 92. Just not a full tank. "
" He can't even afford Octane 95. "
" He should stop pretending. "
" As if The Mad Wolf will listen. "
" Look at his big bike. "
" It's heavily modded. "
" His mods are mid-grade at best. Look at the wolf decal, accessories and saddlebag. "
" Even his gloves look fake. "
" I've seen richer bikers than him. "
The employees who patiently wait in line talk among themselves.
They aren't impressed by The Mad Wolf's over the top stunts.
Just in time, Feng Lei's Rolls Royce Phantom roars into the gas station.
The employees who patiently wait for their line part like the Red Sea to Feng Lei.
" Look at that car. "
" It's a Rolls Royce. "
" It's not just any other Rolls Royce. It's a Phantom Solid Gold. "
" The guy is clearly a billionaire. "
" Look at the guy. Is he a runway model? "
" Even runway models can only afford ordinary luxury cars at best. "
" The guy must be an old money tycoon. "
" Look closer. That's Feng Lei. "
" Feng Lei? The young man who went on a wild shopping spree in Jiangnan Public Market? "
" Yes. That's him. He spent 800,000 RMB just for luxury foods. "
" And a college beauty kissed him. Right in front of everyone. I saw it upfront. "
" Damn. He's one hell of a lucky guy. "
" He's one hell of a lucky guy indeed, dude. "
The onlookers say, half in awe, half in pure jealousy.
But Feng Lei ignores them all.
"Hey Phantom, park yourself right next to that fuel pump. And open the driver door. "
Feng Lei languidly tells the AI on his Rolls Royce Phantom Solid Gold.
" Parking now right next to the fuel pump. Opening the car door. "
The built in AI of the Rolls Royce says in a sleek, metallic tone.
His Rolls Royce parks itself neatly right next to the Yamaha M2-07.
The car door on the driver's seat automatically opens, and Feng Lei steps out of his car.
Feng Lei strides towards The Mad Wolf, and directly faces The Mad Wolf.
Feng Lei takes one look at The Mad Wolf, his wannabe biker attire, and his Yamaha MT-07 and snorts in cynical amusement.
" Hey, biker guy. Nice cheap clothes. Nice cheap bike you got over there. You got nice cheap mods too. "
Feng Lei says casually to The Mad Wolf.
" Is that meant as a compliment, or a mockery? Call me The Mad Wolf, not biker guy."
The Mad Wolf bristles as he tosses yet another half-finished cigarette stick on the ground.
" Yeah right, whatever, biker guy. That stick of yours is a Zhonghua, yes? How cheap. I drink imported Columbian coffee and eat oven grilled Wagyu steak for breakfast. "
Feng Lei bluntly says with a wild grin. He looks at the cigarette butts scattered all over the floor.
" There are environmental rules, you know, wannabe biker guy. You can't just toss your cheap sticks on the floor. And this is a gas station. You might accidentally cause a fire. "
Feng Lei says, barely concealed amusement crinkling in his sharp eyes.
His grin widens even further from ear to ear.
" Ooh. This will be an intense confrontation. "
" An intense confrontation indeed. "
" The billionaire and The Mad Wolf. "
" He is not a Mad Wolf. "
" He is a pup pretending to be an adult wolf. "
" Let's see if he has fangs. "
" Fangs? He will whine, not roar. "
" Whine? He will retreat with the tail between his legs. "
The onlookers animatedly talk among themselves, sensing a looming confrontation.
" How dare you offend me! Do you know who I am? "
The Mad Wolf spits out the cigarette on the floor.
His face is taut with rage.
His eyes almost bulge out of their sockets.
The veins on his neck are visibly tense and taut.
" Your name doesn't ring a bell. Some cheap wannabe biker, I guess. My Rolls Royce Phantom is more expensive than your cheap bike. "
Feng Lei mockingly retorts.
The Mad Wolf's right hand curls into a fist.
He throws a right hook punch straight at Feng Lei's face.
But Feng Lei is fast. Too fast for The Mad Wolf.
Feng Lei tilts his head slightly for the right hook to punch nothing but empty air.
It misses his cheek by a narrow margin.
" As if I'll let myself get punched so easily and clumsily, cheap wannabe biker guy. "
Feng Lei retorts cheekily.
Mad Wolf stumbles forward, off balance.
Before the onlookers can gasp, Feng Lei's leg snaps up in a clean taekwondo sweep, catching Mad Wolf at the back of the knee.
It's efficient, swift, and insultingly lazy and casual.
Crash!
Mad Wolf lands flat on his back. His arms splay forward like a drunk, wobbly starfish, his helmet rolling away on the gas station floor.
" Haha! The Mad Wolf finally meets his match? "
" Meets his match? The Mad Wolf is no match for Feng Lei. "
" Perhaps Mad Wolf must call himself the Injured Dog now. "
" Feng Lei is trained in taekwondo. Look at those moves. "
" Those aren't flashy moves. Those are moves of a black belt. "
" Must we call him Sensei Feng Lei now? "
" Feng Lei sure is tough. "
" Feng Lei is also stylish. "
The onlookers burst into laughter. A thousand smartphones click away, livestreaming everything.
Feng Lei dusts off his hands and his expensive Ralph Lauren attire, as if the effort of kicking Mad Wolf down to the floor will sully them.
" Seriously, cheap wannabe biker guy? That was too fucking easy. Learn some real fighting skills first before showing off. "
Feng Lei mocks, ignoring Mad Wolf who slowly stands up, brushing the dirt of his medium grade biker attire.
Feng Lei approaches the gas station cashier.
" I'll have my Rolls Royce Phantom filled to its full tank, sir. 98 Octane only. Keep the change. "
He slaps a thick wad of 100 dollar bills in front of the cashier.
" This is for you, young miss. Consider it as a generous tip. "
He then approaches the female gas station attendant.
Feng Lei presses a thick wad of 100 RMB bills into her hands with a wink and a sly grin.
Feng Lei hops back inside his Rolls Royce Phantom Solid Gold, which purrs like a contented tiger.
" Hey, Phantom, set course for Gourmet Bites Deliveries HQ. "
Feng Lei tells the built in car AI.
" Setting course for Gourmet Bites Deliveries HQ. Self-driving mode activated. Estimated arrival time: 10 minutes. "
The built in AI of the Rolls Royce Phantom says in a smooth, sleek, and mechanical tone, before the Rolls Royce Phantom roars into the distance.
" Ding. Congratulations, you martial arts show-off. You just gained 30,000 Face-Slapping Points. Total Face-Slapping Points: 126,000, you kicking noob. "
The System chimes in snarkily.
" A kicking noob and martial arts show-off really, System? I trained in Taekwondo since childhood, so shut the fuck up. "
Feng Lei says in anger, while the Rolls Royce Phantom Solid Gold roars towards the garage of the Gourmet Bites Deliveries HQ.
Feng Lei knows the other delivery drivers of the company are assembled inside the garage to clock in now.