Chapter 59 Resolution

When it came to physical fights, Li Yan actually loathed them quite a bit.

Whether it was during his junior high school days or high school years, campus bullying had always existed.

Take high school, for instance; based on the system rewards Li Yan had received, the amount was a figure very few of his classmates could ever hope to compare with.

A child carrying gold through a bustling market—that best described Li Yan's initial situation.

What could he do about it?

Swallow his anger and keep quiet?

Or strike out with one mighty blow to spare himself a hundred punches later?

Li Yan had chosen the latter, and that was how his signature Russian overhand swing came to be.

Backing down would only make you increasingly weak, and it wouldn't solve a thing.

Inside the police car, Li Yan and Wang Wanjun sat in the back seat, while another police car carried the pot-bellied man and the bald man.

As for the lawyer, the assistant, the person in charge of the tutoring center, and the front desk receptionist, they were following as well.

With an incident like this occurring—though it was Li Yan who took action—the root cause stemmed from an employee of the tutoring center.

Therefore, it was impossible for the head of the tutoring center to stay entirely out of it.

Wang Wanjun sat quite close to Li Yan, not because of any ambiguous relationship, but simply because the environment and the upcoming ordeal left her feeling naturally insecure.

Wang Wanjun had not yet recovered from the series of sudden events before she found herself thrust into the back of a police car.

One could easily imagine the panic fluttering inside her heart.

Looking at the remarkably calm Li Yan beside her, Wang Wanjun felt a complex mixture of emotions.

The trouble had started because of her, yet Wang Wanjun had no idea how to resolve it.

Knowing that hitting people meant paying compensation, Wang Wanjun had already begun calculating how to budget her salary for the month.

"Will it even be enough?"

As for the laptop and living expenses she would need for the start of the semester, Wang Wanjun had completely cast them to the back of her mind.

If worst came to worst, she would just have to work harder next month, perhaps pick up a part-time job at a restaurant in the evenings; that should be fine, right?

It wasn't that Wang Wanjun was vain or anything of the sort, but she had no choice—she was a freshman majoring in computer science, and the coursework demanded it.

Wang Wanjun's fair, slender hands gripped her Redmi phone tightly as a storm of conflicting emotions churned within her.

Li Yan, on the other hand, was holding up fine, though he knew his actions this time had been a bit rash.

Strictly speaking, he and Wang Wanjun were merely passing acquaintances.

Yet, on the other hand, it was ultimately the confidence instilled by the system deep within him, coupled with an age yet unseasoned by society's harsh realities, that had prompted Li Yan to act like a chivalrous knight coming to the rescue of someone facing injustice.

Rash or not, Li Yan didn't care to dwell on it too much.

He could simply leave the subsequent handling to the lawyer. Besides, he was somewhat in the right, so at worst, it would just cost him some money to settle the matter.

Li Yan fully understood those internet memes he often saw.

If you lose a fight, you end up in the hospital; if you win, you pay compensation.

And for Li Yan, money was precisely the thing he lacked the least. What else was a Tycoon System for, anyway?

The old saying that money gives a hero courage made a lot of sense.

...

Glancing at Wang Wanjun seated beside him, Li Yan roughly guessed what she was thinking.

When faced with such incidents, students of this age were bound to feel extremely nervous.

Li Yan was an exception; the existence of the system and his worldly experience kept him remarkably calm.

With the police present, Li Yan didn't say much.

"Don't worry."

Seeing how tense Wang Wanjun was, Li Yan softly offered these words of comfort.

While he hadn't prepared exhaustively, the lawyer he had hired with money had already arrived. Even though, given domestic conditions, a lawyer might not play a decisive role at this exact stage, Li Yan had still made preparations in advance. Coupled with the existence of surveillance footage—and the fact that the actual fight had taken place in a blind spot—this situation was relatively manageable.

Giving two idiots a sound beating and spending a bit of money was, in Li Yan's view, entirely worth it.

As for the young girl's anxiety, Li Yan couldn't attend to it fully just yet and could only offer a brief word of reassurance.

Once everything was resolved, he could certainly comfort her properly then.

...

The process of handling the matter was actually quite swift.

With a lawyer present—and not just any lawyer, but the finest criminal defense attorney in Chengdu, even if such titles weren't absolute—things moved along.

This particular lawyer had his own network of connections, and on top of that, the facts of the case were clear.

During their depositions, the head of the tutoring center, the front desk receptionist, and Wang Wanjun had all detailed how the other party had initiated the harassment.

Furthermore, there was video evidence from the front desk. While it might not be the decisive smoking gun, harassing an 18-year-old college freshman was inherently a malicious act.

As for the subsequent mutual combat—yes, mutual combat.

Although Li Yan bore no injuries on his body, the shop's security cameras had captured the pot-bellied man and the bald man aggressively shoving Li Yan out the door.

Since the ensuing brawl took place outside the camera's view, it could legally be classified as a mutual fight.

This was precisely why Li Yan had chosen a spot devoid of surveillance.

The matter wasn't difficult to resolve. Once Li Yan and the others finished giving their statements, the lawyer immediately began communicating with the police.

The ultimate classification of the incident boiled down to a matter of compensation.

Li Yan didn't mind this at all. Give them a good thrashing to vent his anger, then pay them some money—Li Yan was more than happy to oblige.

When they finally stepped out of the police station, it was already past six o'clock in the afternoon.

The head of the tutoring center and the receptionist had already left earlier. The director had explicitly told Wang Wanjun to continue working hard there and promised that no such incidents would ever happen again.

This served as a reassuring reassurance for Wang Wanjun.

After all, Wang Wanjun was an employee of their tutoring center—even if she was just a part-timer—so the center bore a certain degree of responsibility when such an incident occurred.

However, because Li Yan had stepped in afterward, the situation had grown somewhat complicated.

Still, Li Yan didn't care; when he threw those punches, he hadn't expected the tutoring center to resolve the issue for them anyway.

As for the pot-bellied man and the bald man, they had already gone to the hospital to get their injuries assessed.

Li Yan had initially thought that, given the force of his blows, the pair would at least end up with broken bones, but he had underestimated their two-hundred-pound frames.

Fortunately, there were no fractures. If it had met the threshold for a minor injury, things might have become considerably more complicated.

"Mr. Li, we will handle the subsequent follow-ups from our end. Rest assured, we will strive for a reasonable compensation package."

Attorney Du stood beside Li Yan with his assistant, delivering these words.

Li Yan nodded, and the two parties bade each other farewell.

With a settlement reached through negotiation, the remaining task was the compensation scheme.

The legal team had also noted that, judging by the current situation, the compensation amount would likely range anywhere from tens of thousands to over one hundred thousand yuan.

Of course, it would most likely settle around the tens of thousands mark.

This was because the injuries were minor and failed to reach the standard of a secondary minor injury; they were merely swollen rather severely.

Further details would have to wait for the injury appraisal report to be released in a few days.