Aspen, who was behind the wheel, glanced at Michael with a cold expression. "Oh, it's you, Michael. I have to ask—why the hell were you standing in the middle of the road like a damn utility pole? Trying to get yourself killed?"

Michael exploded. "Aspen, you're the one trying to get yourself killed! You hit me—pay up!"

Without hesitation, Aspen pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and casually tossed it onto the ground. "There. Take it and go get yourself checked out, Michael."

Michael stared at the bill, his fury skyrocketing. "You bitch! How dare you humiliate me? Do you have a death wish?!"

He lunged at Aspen from behind, raising his leg to kick her. However, Aspen was no ordinary woman—she was a junior grandmaster at her peak. Without even turning her head, she sneered and swung her elbow back in a ruthless counterattack.

Her strike landed squarely against Michael's face, sending blood spurting from his nose as he crashed to the ground, groaning in pain.

Aspen shot him a lo