Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce

Such a simple and straightforward explanation made everyone understand why this unremarkable-looking man had knocked the tall, imposing black man to the ground with a single punch. So that was how it was.

Ah, what a pity. Such a good young man is probably going to get fleeced by that black man.

Indeed. Although he acted courageously, getting involved with a foreigner will definitely force him to try and smooth things over.

"Everyone, make way! Let the police through!" a shrill voice cried out from the crowd.

People turned to look, their faces filled with disdain. The speaker was none other than the woman who had cheated on her boyfriend, kissing the black man while still holding her boyfriend's hand.

"What are you making a scene for? This has nothing to do with you," someone in the crowd retorted, unable to stand her.

"Whether it's my business or not, what's it to *you*?" the woman shot back, her tongue as sharp as ever. "He's an international friend! How dare you hit him? Just you wait, you're going to jail!"

What a true "woman of the world," still determined to defend the black man who had kissed her.

"Is he your dad or something? Why are you so worked up?" someone shouted from the crowd, triggering a wave of laughter. The commenter was a real wit, a single sentence igniting the crowd's long-suppressed frustration.

"Who said that? Which son of a bitch said that? If you're a person, don't act like a dog! If you're a dog, then bark!" the woman shrieked, completely losing her composure.

Just then, several police officers filed in through the crowd. The woman immediately grabbed one officer's uniform, pointed at Sun Dasheng, and yelled, "Officer, that's the man who assaulted him! Arrest him, quickly!"

Fearing the police wouldn't take her seriously, she added, "The victim is an international friend from America! This is a diplomatic incident! You can't take this lightly!"

The policeman, annoyed that she had grabbed his uniform, brushed her hand away. "Does this incident concern you? If it does, go to the side and give a statement to my colleague. As for everything else, you don't need to tell me how to do my job."

The officer's thoughts were practically written on his face: *Are you telling me how to do my job?*

"You must remember, this is a diplomatic incident! You can't let them off easily!" she insisted, still not giving up. A female officer then pulled her aside to take her statement.

The leading officer walked over to Sun Dasheng, his expressionless face breaking into a smile. "President Sun, long time no see. I didn't expect we'd meet again under circumstances like these."

"Haha... Sorry to trouble you, Captain Wang."

This was the captain of the Public Security Action Team. Although his rank was only at the section-chief level, which was average in Dahu City, he wielded considerable real power.

"It's no trouble at all. We wear this uniform, so we have to live up to the national emblem on it, don't we?"

"You're absolutely right, Captain Wang," Sun Dasheng said. "Do you need me to explain what happened from the beginning?"

"Please do." Captain Wang took out his notepad.

After briefly recounting the events, Sun Dasheng concluded, "Captain Wang, if I have broken any laws, I'm prepared to accept the consequences."

Captain Wang waved his hand dismissively. "The facts are clear, and there are numerous eyewitnesses. How could we possibly wrongly accuse you? This was a clear-cut case of intervening for a just cause. Not only did you not break the law, you should be commended for your actions."

Seeing Captain Wang's righteous expression, Sun Dasheng knew that there was no real legal risk. The captain wouldn't be speaking so frankly if his body camera wasn't recording.

Captain Wang glanced at the black man playing dead on the ground and said with disgust, "He has only himself to blame. He knocked someone down and was kicking them repeatedly. Your intervention was a textbook example of acting for a just cause. Plus, you only used a single move to subdue him, so there was no excessive force. If you had been heavy-handed and injured him, *then* you would be in serious trouble."

"That was impressive. Your skills are better than many veteran detectives in our bureau. How did you get so good?" Captain Wang asked, genuinely curious.

"Heh, just a lot of practice. My boxing coach is excellent. If you're interested, you can come to my gym sometime. I'll introduce you."

"Great! Then it's a deal!" When the conversation turned to combat skills, Captain Wang became very interested.

Seeing the two men chatting and laughing, not at all like an officer interrogating a suspect, the woman giving her statement grew indignant. She pointed and shouted, "You know each other, don't you? You're covering for him! I'm telling you, if you don't press charges, I'll file a complaint against you both!"

Good grief, it seems she thinks she's the cop interrogating the criminal here.

Captain Wang strode over and stood before her. "Ma'am, I suggest you watch your words and actions. We are all equipped with body cameras. Everything you say and do is being recorded. If you make baseless accusations, slander others, or start rumors, and the accused decides to sue you for defamation, we won't even need to look for evidence. Think very carefully before you speak again."

"..." The woman didn't dare utter another word.

Captain Wang continued in a lower voice, "Let me give you some advice. Why would you do this? Why provoke a wealthy and powerful man over a black guy you don't even know? Were you planning on immigrating with him and never coming back to China?"

"No! That's not it at all," the woman said, shaking her head quickly. Her parents and family were still here. Besides, going abroad wasn't the trend it used to be. Even her classmates who had studied overseas had changed; very few chose to remain abroad, with most opting to return home to develop their careers. Why on earth would she go abroad? She wasn't insane.

"Then why go through all this trouble?" the captain asked. "Why would an ordinary person like you pick a fight with a big boss over some stranger who is none of your business?"

Why? She didn't have an answer.

In her experience, Chinese men were the weaker party. It wasn't that they could be bullied casually, but more that you could provoke them without any fear of repercussions. Living in that kind of environment for so long had warped her judgment. The person she had provoked today was the one type the "Little Fairy" circles could least afford to offend: a wealthy man. Despite posting endless misandristic comments online, their greatest desire was to marry into wealth.

"Can I go and apologize to him? To ask for his forgiveness?"

Regret flooded her mind.