"Tsk, tsk! Mo Han! My dear class president Mo Han!"

"Back then, you were the man of the hour at school, starting up your business even before graduating from college, with a net worth of millions."

"I tried to strike up a conversation with you, and you wouldn't even spare me a glance!"

"And now, how has our grand class president Mo Han fallen so low as to stoop to scamming?"

Outside Jiangling's Di Hao bar, Mo Han stood beside a red Maserati, his head hung in extreme shame, with his former college classmate Wang Mengyao standing next to the car.

"What's the matter, Mo Han? Aren't you proud? Show me some of that arrogance now, I dare you!"

Wang Mengyao, looking down on him with a mocking smirk, addressed Mo Han.

This man, once unattainable, now looked no better than a clown.

"I'm sorry..."

Mo Han murmured apologetically, his head still lowered.

Once, he had been worth millions, full of pride and ambition, and he had even married Luo Ning, the second young mistress of the Luo Family, touted as the most beautiful woman in Jiangling.

But all misfortune descended upon him just a year ago.

His company went bankrupt, plummeting from millions in net worth to hundreds of thousands in debt. He had no choice but to swallow his pride and move in with his in-laws, enduring their constant ridicule.

While searching for a job, he was involved in a car accident that broke his leg, leaving him with no choice but to become a stay-at-home husband.

What drove him to despair was that a month ago, his daughter Chen Chen was suddenly diagnosed with leukemia. If he couldn't raise three hundred thousand for her medical expenses, she was unlikely to survive the month.

In a moment of panic and losing his sense, he ended up in the current predicament.

At that point, Wang Mengyao took out her phone, opened the class WeChat group, and started a video call, aiming the camera squarely at Mo Han: "Everyone, take a look! Look at this shameless scammer here!"

"Recognize who this is? Mo Han! Bet you didn't expect this, did you? The once glorious class president has now stooped to scamming!"

In no time, the class WeChat group exploded with reactions.

"My God? Is that Mo Han?"

"That's our multimillionaire class president? I almost mistook him for a beggar. Oh wait! He is scamming, even worse than a beggar!"

"Haha! This son of a bitch finally got his comeuppance, strutting around in school? Feeling stupid now, huh?"

"Useless! His startup only succeeded because of sheer dumb luck, and he actually thought he was something?"

"Exactly! What a worthless trash!"

The chat group was flooded with a wave of mocking and ridiculing comments.

Mo Han offered no rebuttal.

Yes!

If he couldn't even save his own daughter, what was he if not useless?

Just then, a burly man with thick gold chains came striding over.

"Peng Ge! It's him! This bastard scammed me and hit my car!"

Seeing him, Wang Mengyao quickly went up to the man and clung to his arm, cooing.

In truth, Mo Han had not hit her car; his clothes had merely brushed against the car door as he was getting up from the ground, and by that moment, he had already dismissed the idea of scamming.

But Wang Mengyao insisted on humiliating him, refusing to let him leave.

"Damn it!"

"You idiot! You dare to scam my woman?"

The man Wang Mengyao called Peng Ge stepped forward and kicked Mo Han hard in the back.

Mo Han hit the ground, the already injured leg slamming against a curbstone. The intense pain turned his face pale, and he couldn't muster the strength to rise.

"I'm sorry..."

Mo Han said, trembling as he tried to pick himself up and leave.

His clothes had merely brushed the car, and after being humiliated for so long and viciously kicked, shouldn't that be enough?

"Huh? Who let you go?"

"You hit my woman's car and think you can leave without paying?"

"You worthless piece of trash! Pay up fifty thousand, or you're not going anywhere!"

Peng Ge frowned and took a step forward, delivering another fierce kick to Mo Han's back, sending him sprawling face-first.

"Fifty thousand?"

Mo Han's eyes turned bloodshot!

To pay for his daughter's medical fees, he was desperate enough to consider selling his kidney!

If he had fifty thousand, would he even need to resort to scamming?

"Shit! You dare to glare at me, you waste of space?"

Peng Ge kicked Mo Han again, this time in the stomach.

"Mo Han! You've got no money, but you've got a wife, right?"

"Isn't your wife Luo Ning the number one beauty of Jiangling? Let her sell herself!"

"Your wife is so beautiful; she could fetch a handsome price! Fifty thousand might just be one night's work!"

"By then, you might even reclaim your millionaire status!"

Meanwhile, Wang Mengyao was saying all this with a sneer.

"Shut your mouth!"

Mo Han's eyes turned red with rage. Suddenly filled with strength, he scrambled up from the ground and charged towards Wang Mengyao.

He and Luo Ning had been in love for many years. In his heart, Luo Ning and their daughter, Chen Chen, were everything to him.

He would not allow anyone to insult Luo Ning in his presence!

"What? You trash think you can lay hands on my woman?"

Peng Ge, frowning, threw a punch that smashed directly into Mo Han's face.

Thump!

A muffled sound reverberated as Mo Han was knocked to the side.

By cruel coincidence, he struck his head against a roadside stone.

Blood began to pour out immediately.

Boom!

At that moment, thunder roared in the sky.

A bolt of purple lightning struck down with the speed of light, hitting Mo Han right at the center of his forehead.

Instantly, Mo Han felt an overwhelming dizziness take over.

In the last moment before he passed out, he seemed to hear Wang Mengyao pulling out her phone, determined to trouble Luo Ning...