A drunk Zhou Sicheng staggered as he walked, slowly making his way towards the parking lot. Jiang Yi and I followed at a moderate distance behind him.

Initially, I wanted Jiang Yi to stay behind, but he insisted on coming with me. I was a bit nervous, so I agreed.

As we approached the entrance of the parking lot, Wang Mengyao came out carrying a large bag, probably having returned from shopping.

Zhou Sicheng ogled her up and down, then he chuckled and lunged at her.

Wang Mengyao shoved him away with all her strength and ran towards us.

Just as Zhou Sicheng was about to catch up, Jiang Yi grabbed him by the wrist and pushed him several meters away.

Zhou Sicheng stood stunned for a few seconds. When he realized what happened, he began to curse at Jiang Yi: "What kind of hero do you think you are! Don't get in my way!"

Then he reached for Wang Mengyao again, who hid behind me, quietly begging us for help.

I took out my phone: "Zhou Sicheng, if you don't leave, I'll call the police."

Zhou Sicheng saw that I was serious about calling the police and dared not lay a hand on us again, instead, he started hurling curses.

Seeing that we were unmoved, he changed his tone: "You slut, aren't you afraid I'll spill your secrets?"

I was taken aback, pulling Jiang Yi as we walked away.

Zhou Sicheng thought we were truly scared of him and grabbed at us again.

"Are you sick? Get lost!"

I shouted angrily at him, but Zhou Sicheng just laughed.

Jiang Yi, having had enough, punched Zhou Sicheng in the face, causing him to stumble backward.

"Thud—"

Someone was driving out of the parking lot. Just like a scene from a car crash in the movies, Zhou Sicheng was hit and flipped onto the ground, the wheels mercilessly rolling over his head.