I can’t f*cking believe this! Taking a deep breath, Christopher looked helplessly at the Rottweiler. “Sir, I didn’t hit it; it lay down on its own. If you don’t believe me, you can bring it to the hospital for an examination. You’ll know the results then.” The owner of the Porsche 911 snorted coldly, looking extremely impatient. He glanced at Christopher with slight contempt, then said stonily, “Enough with the nonsense. Do you think I’m blind? Max is usually energetic and lively, and he even jumped out of my car just now. If he hadn’t been hit by your car, how could he have fainted? Stop wasting time. You drive a f*cking Ferrari, so can’t you afford to pay 30,000?” Upon hearing this, Christopher’s expression gradually hardened. If he had hit the dog, then it would be fine for him to pay 30,000 in compensation. However, the problem was that the dog f*cking lay down on his own. I didn’t hit the man’s dog, yet I’m supposed to compensate him? I would never do such a thing! After he said that, the owner of the Porsche 911 suddenly became furious. He stood up abruptly, but before he could speak, someone ran up to them and said to the man, “Excuse me, Vice President Queen, did something happen to your dog? I’m a news reporter from Pleasure Entertainment Magazine. I happened to see you parked here today, so I stopped by to get some material for the news.” A news reporter suddenly got out of a car with a microphone in hand. He then addressed the man as ‘Vice President Queen’, and from the expression on his face, he seemed utterly excited. Christopher frowned. I’ve been running into too many reporters lately. He peered carefully at the reporter and found that he was the reporter with Hansel yesterday. Today, the reporter was wearing a yellow T-shirt, which made him particularly conspicuous among the crowd. It was as if he was trying to hide something. He wasn’t wearing glasses yesterday, but he had deliberately put on a pair of glasses today. When the news reporter who came with Hansel yesterday felt Christopher’s gaze on him, his eyes flickered for a moment. As if pretending not to see Christopher, he proceeded to ask ‘Vice President Queen’ questions. This kind of news reporter who appeared as soon as Christopher encountered a problem obviously had a purpose. The people giving these guys instructions were the people Christopher was looking for! After I settle Liliana, it’ll be your turn, Christopher thought, sneering at the guy in the yellow T-shirt and glasses. Upon seeing the reporter—who showed up out of nowhere—and hearing the questions he was asking, Zander Queen looked astonished. He didn’t even know how the reporter knew that his identity was ‘Vice President Queen’. Nevertheless, Zander quickly shot Christopher a cold look. “Yes. This guy ran into my dog and killed it, and he’s not willing to compensate me! Report this in the news!” The guy in the yellow T-shirt snapped back to his senses, then he let loose a cold laugh before saying to Zander, “I see. That’s simply too abominable of him. He’s driving such a beautiful car, yet he still drives so fast. He has no compassion, and he’s not even willing to pay. This kind of person must be exposed.” Christopher could tell that this so-called Vice President Queen didn't hire the reporter, but the man’s words were sounding more and more unpleasant. “This kind of garbage is really the scum of society. Using a Ferrari to kill my dog—I don’t think it’s too much for this kind of person to be jailed. If it weren’t because I’m holding my dog now, I would definitely beat him up like there’s no tomorrow. He has really angered me today. I want him to compensate me and apologize by today. If you don’t apologize, I will use all my connections to make you kneel before me and beg for my forgiveness.” There was a cold gleam in Zander’s eyes. Although the person in front of him drove a Ferrari, he wasn’t afraid. His sister could afford 10 Ferraris, and she knew many officials, including the Deputy Director of the Department of Public Security of Brentwood City. The position of the Deputy Director of the Department of Public Security of Brentwood City was coveted by many. Although their influence in Brentwood City wasn’t as great as that of the director, they weren’t any less powerful. Because of this, Zander didn’t feel a single trace of fear even though Christopher drove a Ferrari. How could this guy in front of me possibly know a figure as powerful as the director of the Department of Public Security? Who is he kidding? A person as powerful as him isn’t acquainted with just anyone. In Brentwood City, there were many rich families, but they weren’t necessarily influential. Even if they were, their influence wasn’t necessarily huge. The Queen Family, on the other hand, became a wealthy and influential family in just a few years. With these kinds of connections, Zander hardly feared anyone! This guy dared to knock into my dog but is refusing to compensate me. I must mess him up today to make him kneel before me and beg for forgiveness! Christopher shook his head. If he was being honest, he didn’t care much about this kind of buffoon. However, if this kind of buffoon wanted to leap from the ground onto his head and cause mischief, then he shouldn’t blame Christopher for being hard on him. Without hesitating, Chrisopher reopened his Ferrari’s door. He was about to go in, but Zander refused to let him go. He directly pulled Christopher’s sleeves to prevent him from leaving. At this moment, Christopher’s face became gloomy, as Zander had completely used up the last of his patience. “Let go. I’ll only say this once!” The cold words left Christopher’s mouth, but there was almost no change in his expression. “Let go? Are you kidding me? I’m holding onto you right now to give you a chance. If you don’t f*cking compensate me, I’ll make you regret it!” Zander snapped with a cold laugh. Zander was about to swing his right fist at Christopher, but an older and slightly more powerful voice suddenly sounded from the Porsche 911.“Vice President Queen, hurry up and go to the hospital. My time isn’t meant to be wasted!” The words were light, but there was a trace of impatience in the voice that reached Zander’s ears in no time. Hearing this, Zander immediately loosened his grip on Christopher’s sleeves, and a smile instantly filled his face. He then looked at the man in the car and said hurriedly, “Mr. Morrison, you’re right. I’ve let you wait for too long. Let’s not care about this guy for the time being and go save my father right now!”