Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

The highlights in the screen flashed momentarily before extinguishing, as various parts and sparks fell from the bridge into the river below.

The hover car following behind passed under the bridge and doubled back, flying over the bridge until more than ten seconds later when it heard the reminder from a companion, then slowly decreased its speed, only to discover that its racing opponent had ceased to exist.

The crowd that had been bustling just a moment ago suddenly quieted down quite a bit, with some people whispering to each other.

"No one died, did they?"

"Looks like it all blew up, odds are not good."

"Tsk tsk, guess we saw big fireworks tonight." Such comments seemed particularly grating amidst the crowd.

Before long, several rescue hover cars and police arrived, and the fragments in the river were one by one ruled out under the scan of the units. Eventually, a body too mangled to be human-shaped was retrieved and placed in an ambulance that drove away.

"How about it, ready to admit defeat now?" The two sides below continued to argue, among them a young man with green and gold hair languidly sitting atop a hover car, as sleek as the moon, and began speaking in a mocking and provocative tone.

"Just bow your head honestly in front of my brother, say 'hello, big bro,' and we can let bygones be bygones today." His fingers fluttered, among them were the keys to several luxury hover cars.

"You don't actually think that, with someone dead tonight, this is all over, do you?" He leaned down, gazing at the several still angrily smashing things across from him.

"Ying Kus, you motherfucker..." The youth with dyed red hair across from him pointed at the man sitting high on the car with his legs up, cursing incessantly. But at this time, his own group was divided, with some worried whether their companion sent to the ambulance would survive, some only felt like they were losing face, and some girls even shed tears, as if they had been frightened by the night's events. It was truly a messy scene.

However, curses aside, since both sides had sworn in front of so many people, face was far more important than several lives for these rich young men; in the end, through gritted teeth, the group with the youth with dyed red hair had to bow and apologize, and only as the man on the other side laughed loudly did the conflict finally come to an end.

In the night sky, a fleet of silver hover cars left with a triumphant air, leaving behind the other side filled with suppressed rage.

"What are you looking at, all of you piss off!" The leader of the group swept his fierce gaze over the crowd, causing many spectators to take a few steps back.

"Who the hell was making those snide remarks just now!" Suddenly he remembered something, his face twisted with anger.

"Who the hell said it was a big fireworks show, huh!" Already feeling miserable from the loss, and now being mocked about his brother as well, his face couldn't hang on, and his anger surged.

The crowd's gaze shifted, and after some quiet discussions and pointing, they found the source of the earlier jeering, which was right next to them on the high bridge by the square—none other than the ever-bored Mi'er and her classmates.

Seeming to have found an outlet for his anger, he walked onto the high bridge and had his companions block off both sides of it.

As the rows of headlights from the hover cars targeted their group, Mi'er and her companion Linda grew panicked and anxious. The events of tonight had greatly exceeded their ability to handle.

The night breeze was still intoxicating, but at this point, Mi'er was no longer bored and sleepy—a cold sweat ran down the students' backs.

After some tense finger-pointing and blame-shifting, the companion who had spoken out of turn was quickly pushed forward.

"Ali, maybe you should just apologize to him," Lu Ji, as the leader among the students that evening, had no choice but to come forward and mediate.

"Why should I..."

The youth named Ali, with his curly brown and gold hair, was a little defiant. He had been pampered by his family since childhood, privileged, and always the one to be fawned over. Yet today, he was expected to bow down to someone else in front of everyone.

The boy's arrogance and stubbornness suddenly flared up within him. He stiffened, ignoring the other party. What was the big deal about a few words he'd said? What could they do to him anyway?

Lu Ji found himself in a difficult position and was now regretting having called everyone to the bar for a gathering.

"Heh," the youth with dyed red hair pushed Lu Ji aside and stepped closer to Ali.

"Smack—" The sound of a slap rose amidst the neon lights and the night wind.

Clutching his face, Ali's expression was one of disbelief.

"You dare hit me!?" He charged forward, aiming to punch the other person, but the youth with the dyed red hair kicked him in the knee, sending him kneeling to the ground, his palms burning from the rough surface.

Hair gripped tight, the other looked down on Ali with disdain, delivering another slap. Ali hadn't the time to curse or spit before another slap followed.

"Smack—smack—smack—" The sounds of continuous slapping rang out in the silence, with Ali struggling desperately while being held down at the shoulders and arms by two associates of the red-haired youth, rendering him immobile.

With each slap, his tears, snot, and blood mixed and streamed down his face, obscuring his features, until Ali's arrogance and stubbornness were gone, replaced only by faint pleas for mercy.

"Let him go already, we're students from Edith Academy," Lu Ji, blocked from intervening, tried to stop the beating inside, hoping the name of the Academy would instill fear in them, considering the influence Edith Academy represented was not small.

However, had that been a regular person listening they might've been apprehensive, but the red-haired youth had already lost face that day and was holding back his anger. He might have stopped hitting and let go if it had kept on, but letting go now would seem as though he was showing fear and cowardice in front of his brothers and the crowd.

So, the rage that had been about to fade flared up again, resulting not only in more slaps but in being kicked over and violently stomped on, frightening several female bystanders to tears.

It was clear that things couldn't be amicably resolved, so Lu Ji stepped back and gave Moxuya, who wasn't too far away, a look. The two were the richest in their class, also with the widest network of contacts.

About 20 minutes later after a message was sent out, a group of Hover Cars descended, all of them shiny red, resplendent and lavish.

Kinsenke, wearing sunglasses, emerged from a car, surrounded by a crowd as he stepped onto the bridge.

Seeing their superior numbers, the group with the red-haired youth couldn't help but grow cautious, especially after someone shouted the name of the nonchalant youth with the sunglasses.

"Look, it's Kinsenke, the 'Hot Lizard Power' heir!" A few flashes from the camera phones went off among the bystanders. Kinsenke was accustomed to such scenes; with a wave of his hand, his companions immediately came to his side, pulling out devices to set up a tawny transparent barrier, making the scene inside blurry and hard to see.

After blocking out external interference, he sauntered in his slippers toward the curled figure on the ground and the red-haired youth standing beside him.

"Kus, taking a walk tonight as well?" He called out the red-haired youth's name, casually flicking a cigarette his way without glancing at Ali on the ground.

"Uh, yes, big brother Kinsenke." Although Kinsenke was actually two years younger than Kus, this did not prevent him from referring to him this way. Nobody around found it inappropriate, as Kinsenke was indeed the heir to 'Hot Lizard Power,' a status that ranked high even within South First District.
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Kus caught the cigarette thrown by Kinsenke, and a companion lit it for him. Then the two leaned against the railing of the bridge and chatted.

"I heard that tonight you raced with cars produced by my family and then you lost," Kinsenke, after chatting about various topics, suddenly lowered his sunglasses, glancing at Kus out of the corner of his eye.

This simple statement made Kus tense up. He didn't know how to explain himself. On a minor level, it was merely a race, but on a major level, if this incident got onto the StarNet, saying that 'Hot Lizard Power' cars lost control and exploded while racing 'Cold Moon Union' cars, it could negatively impact the entire brand, potentially causing 'Hot Lizard Power' to lose billions of Federation Coins overnight.

If he caused such a loss for 'Hot Lizard Power,' the man opposite certainly wouldn't let him off easily. Kinsenke was known for his violent temper and holding grudges. Even if he said he didn't care on the surface, who knows how many law firms he would ask privately to teach the other a lesson.

As long as there was a lucrative reward, those law firms that operated in the gray area wouldn't hesitate to take on any job. It wouldn't be surprising if Kus found himself 'committing suicide' at home the next day, or encountering an 'accidental' traffic mishap, spending the rest of his life bedridden.

Cold sweat slowly ran down Kus's forehead, the cigarette in his hand kept burning until it reached his fingers, yet he didn't feel it, or perhaps he didn't dare dispose of the cigarette Kinsenke had handed him.