The WealthTap System: Rising from Rags to Riches

Chapter 51 Street Dog And... I Am Not A Little Girl!

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Chris and Max stood in a daze as the luxurious sportscar sped away, throwing some dust and pebbles on the awakened bros.

"I swear I am going to fucking fuck that bitch up!" Max spat in anger, his dripping blood and glare on his face which when coupled with his already full black, mafia type suit gave him quite the gangster vibes.

However, looking at Max, Chris can only wonder one thing… 

'Did he mean that literally or metaphorically…'

Considering Max's horny and lusty nature and that bitch's beauty, Chris couldn't be sure of which one was the correct answer. 

However, before he can dwell further on this pointlessly stupid thought, a symphony of loud sirens blared in a distance. Slowly the sound getting louder and Chris saw a big white-coloured van like vehicle approaching towards them.

But, it wasn't the only one that was causing noise pollution by these stupidly loud sirens. Accompanied by a black-and-white sedan car, it sped towards them.

A police car aswell? How lovely. 

"Wow and damn! I never even in my dreams expected such a warm-" Chris gave a look to sizzling engine of the crashed car and continued, "Welcome! Get ready Maxxie, that bitch was a higher up of this city. You should know what that means."

Chris patted Max on his shoulders as the two vehicles stopped near their rented and now crashed Marcedes. 

The ambulance's gates opened first, some nurses and doctors pulling out a stretcher and running towards the accident site.

One of them quickly paused in front of the duo to ask, "Any casualties?"

"No. But driver is critically injured." Chris quickly answered and with a nod, nurse quickly walked away.

"OH NO!" Chris heard Max's shocked shout and he quickly turned around to look at him, who was looking at the ambulance- or rather, he was looking at the police car which was overshadowed by the big white ambulance. 

"What?? What happened, Max?!" understanding the urgency of situation, Chris asked in a hurry while glancing at the scary looking cop who wore the police uniform with a cool sunglasses on top.

Well, if Chris had to guess, the cop probably wore the sunglasses not for style but instead to hide the ugly scars on his face- wait! That's not what to focus on!

Max was the Mayor's son, maybe he knew something about this scary cop?! Should he be worried?! 

"That officer…is… 

… a male!" Max stepped back in horror, or rather, in disappointment and despair if Chris had to guess. 

"..." Chris blinked in wonder, did he hear it wrong or Max was… shocked about cop's gender rather than the trouble he would bring…surely he heard it wrong, right…?

"Damn it! Was it too much to ask for a hot and sexy female cop?! Fuck destiny! Wait… I already did that tho…" 

Maybe he didn't hear it wrong afterall… 

Chris utterly ignored Max's existence and focused on the fearsome cop in front of them. 

"My name is Robert, senior inspector of the SeaShell City." Robert took out his purse, showing off his identity card and then tucked it back in his pockets.

'Senior Inspector for a fucking road crash?!' Chris thought with a weird glint in his eyes, however, still keeping the composed look on his face, he nodded to the scarred cop. Whose scars looked much more worse from upclose. 

"Maximus Flagon, this Marcedes Benz was rented on your name and was crashed while at your service." Robert turned towards Max and continued, "Considering the hospital fees and damages done, you need to pay for the damages and loss to the Violet renting company."

"What do you mean pay for the damages, inspector? The icy bi- lady was the one overspeeding and driving wrong side." Chris asserted calmly, they cant afford to lose their cool infront of a senior inspector or-

"Why being polite?! It's fucking clear that bitch was in rhe wrong. Check the camera feed, you fucking buffoons!" Max interruped in a rage.

"Maximus Flagon, son of Lloyd Flagon aka Mayor of Glorr city." Robert looked at Max again, "Your puny authority is not worth anything in this city. Also, the woman you just called a 'bitch' is Lady Sierra, the Violet airlines and renting you just used services of, falls under her business empire. It will be easy to sue you and bring you to the road.

Be happy she is just asking you to pay and fuck off."

"Oh such wealth, graciousness and authority! Why doesnt that icy bitch let us peasants go?" Max smiled and flattered sarcastically.

'This idiot!' Chris resisted urge to facepalm and pulled raging Max back instead, looking at Robert.

"Hmm, Robert, was it? Although Max's words were blunt and rude, he wasn't wrong. Ask that icy b- I mean Sierra to take back the charges. We wouldn't issue it against her either." Chris kept his tone formal and normal, not faltering for a second.

"You? Issue charges against Lady Sierra? Hah." Robert scoffed, "Mr. Christopher, looks like some luck in business got into your head?"

"..." Chris looked at Roberts scars, "Nice makeup you got there. Although, I won't lie. You do have a punchable and annoying face."

"Ohh damn!" Max whistled from behind, laughing at Robert's twitching lips.

Chris knew what he was doing, angering a Senior inspector can be very troublesome… or maybe not?

"Senior Inspector, right? Well, Mr. Robert, do you think you have authority to anger two awakeneds?" Chris imitated Robert's mocking tone.

How lucky that he had read all rules and regulations of C-Grade city. 

Robert's arrogant smirk faltered, his eyebrows raising in shock as his smirk slowly turned into a frown.

"Hm~ Why don't you reply now, pet cop?" Max spat.

"Tell your missy, I am not paying for her faults, shoo." Max waved his hands as if he was shooing a street dog away rather than a respected and feared SI of the city!

'Tsk, look at him go. Trying to appear cool in the videos.' Chris chuckled at Max's overacting as Max smirked and waved his hands around, flashing smiles to the civilians and reporters… wait when the fuck did media come here?! 

"Stop overacting bastard." Chris chuckled to Max, ignoring the barking dog who was running away to his car while barking threats about 'Just you wait' shit.

'As if I will wait for a mongrel like you.' Chris scoffed, he wanted to solve this matter in a civil and polite way, but looks like that is impossible in this city. Well, he just needs to deal with it the hard way. 

Walking to the ambulance, he found his sisters being bandaged and given first aid. They weren't hurt much but as the doctors say, 'Precaution is better than Cure.'

Chris sat next to them who were looking at him with teary eyes.

He opened his mouth to console and pacify them but what came out of his mouth was totally unintentional… 

"Argh fuck!" Chris shouted in pain as he felt the stuck shards of glass in his back getting plucked away roughly.

"Shut up. Stop crying like a kid."

"..."

Chris immediately shut his mouth after hearing a mocking scoff behind him. It wasn't hard to understand that the nurse had began to treat his wounds.

But, In his defence! He was just surprised by sudden sensation okay…believe it… 

"Good boy." he heard the same mocking laugh again. 

'This bitch!' he gritted his teeths, angry at the nurse who suddenly began to mock and torture him… still… her voice was so beautiful- No! Pure thoughts!

The lady nurse removed his blazer after plucking away all the bigger shards of glass, proceeding to take out the smaller pieces.

"Awakened body sure is strong, hmm? No wonder you were acting normal even when you looked like a glass porcupine." she laughed again, pulling up Chris's shirt and showing his bloody back, she slowly began to clean it with a cotton.

"Baby girl, this will hurt. Try not to scream hehe," she giggled playfully, picking up the bottle of medical alcohol.

"I was just taken by surprise at that ti- Argh you FUCKING Bitch!" Chris's excuses were cut off by another loud pained grunt that escaped his lips.

"Tsk tsk, I had even warned you this time," she giggled again while applying a bandage on his wounds, getting slightly distracted by his creamy white skin.

"You fuc- sigh…" rather than bickerinh again, Chris sighed. Ignoring this playful doctor- or nurse, whatever.

"Well, all done hahaha, well done enduring little girl. Your screams were awesome!" the nurse spun on her ankles, coming face to face with Chris.

Technically not face to face since Chris was unable to look at her face which was hidden by her top to bottom white covered attire.

All he was able to look was at her charming pink eyes, those lovely pink eyes that were sparkling in delight. Delight of hearing Chris's pained grunts… 

"Hey, if you dont mind me asking-" Chris looked at her and began.

"I mind though."

"Then keep minding. Anyways, I wanted to ask-"

"My number?"

"..."

"Well, I am very sorry to deny to that. I am not that interested in little girls-"

"I am fucking not asking for that! You know what, just never mind. I don't wanna ask anything."

"Aww, little girl is mad?" the nurse chuckled, pulling off her helmet and as soon as Chris's eyes fell on her delicate and beautiful face, he froze.

Not because he was lovestruck or was way too entranced by her drop-dead gorgeous face, no. But because her face was… 

"Aria…?"