chapter 32 Just this broken car

Wang's Manor. Gavin hung up the phone, still in shock. Isaac voluntarily gave up the mission and explicitly warned him that the other party was someone he couldn't afford to offend. Fernando was just a dog left destitute after the Gu Family massacre, on the run for seven long years. How could he have become a significant figure? Isaac must have been bought off by the other side. A guy who only recognizes money, he was certainly capable of such things. "Fernando!!" Gavin gritted his teeth in anger. The vendetta for his son's death would not end until it was avenged! The tea table was violently overturned, and the tea set was scattered across the floor. "Mas... Master..." the butler stood frozen in place. Over the years, Gavin had weathered many storms, always calm and impassive. Miles's death seemed to have hit him exceptionally hard. The butler felt somewhat helpless about Miles. Growing up with wealth at home, he had always been arrogant and domineering. Despite numerous attempts at friendly advice, Miles never listened. He believed that as long as he had money, there was no girl he couldn't win over or a task he couldn't accomplish. So it goes, one shouldn't be too arrogant in life. As the ancient saying goes, when a person becomes too arrogant, the heavens will intervene, and the arrogant one will face consequences. ... Not far from Jinghai Tower, a tall building. On the fifty-ninth floor. Ian Chu sat in a spacious executive chair, gazing out the window in contemplation. He had just received Gavin's call, asking him to help deal with someone and promising fifty percent of the shares of all Wang's Group industries as compensation. Gavin ranked seventh in wealth in Jinghai, with a total asset of 78 billion. That fifty percent stake amounted to almost 40 billion. And this wasn't in cash but in shares, with a steady stream of marketing income surpassing 40 billion annually. Ian wondered if Gavin had gone mad or if this was a scheme to set him up. Who could this person be to make Gavin pay such a hefty price? As Ian pondered by the window, Isaac suddenly floated outside, throwing a punch that shattered the glass before striding in. The bodyguards outside the door, upon hearing the commotion, rushed in but, seeing the person inside voluntarily retreated. Ian furrowed his brow slightly. "Can't you take the elevator through the front door next time? Every time you come to see me, it's in this manner. I've replaced this glass more than ten times." Isaac folded his black robe and casually sat on the boss's desk. In the spacious office, Ian in a white shirt and Isaac in a black robe formed a sharp contrast. One, the wealthiest man in Jinghai; the other, the leader of the underground forces in Jinghai. The white and black represented the two most powerful figures in Jinghai. Meanwhile, above Jinghai Tower, a Black Hawk Helicopter slowly descended, carrying a container, attracting a crowd to gather and watch. In the bustling city, such a bold transportation method had never been seen before. "What's in the box? Using a helicopter?" "I don't know. It must be something extremely valuable." "Oh my god! This is not an ordinary helicopter! This, damn it, it's a fighter jet!" In the crowd, someone screamed, having noticed not only the hefty gun barrels on the helicopter but also two massive missiles hanging below! What on earth was in that box, being transported by a fighter jet? This only heightened the curiosity of the onlookers. As the wind roared, the container slowly touched down. Brian untied the ropes, and waved his hand, and the Black Hawk Helicopter quickly ascended, disappearing into the sky. Then, with three or four movements, the container was opened, revealing a white Volkswagen Golf. "Agh..." A chorus of boos echoed from the surrounding crowd. Everyone thought something valuable was inside, eagerly waiting. Yet, the box revealed nothing more than an ordinary Volkswagen Golf. "What is this? I thought it was something valuable." "A beat-up Golf, and they made such a fuss." "Exactly, wasting my emotions and time." ... Faces filled with disdain, the crowd dispersed quickly. Brian also stood there dumbfounded for a moment, then erupted in anger. He took out his phone, preparing to call Bolf. Though he wasn't an expert on cars, Brian recognized a plain Volkswagen Golf. Brian thought, this cunning Bolf, I asked him to build a car, and he dared to casually use this junk car to fool me. Damn it, I have to go over and deal with him. Fernando raised his hand to stop Brian, approached the car, and tapped it twice. He nodded approvingly. The material of this car was much sturdier than an ordinary one. With Fernando's connections and capabilities, he could get any car he wanted. This unassuming car was perfect—not too flashy but robust. Brian had no idea. Despite its plain appearance, this was a Golf meticulously crafted by all the engineers at Bolf. Featuring a body with the highest anti-explosion rating, capable of withstanding armor-piercing rounds, a twelve-cylinder twin-turbocharged engine, air suspension, and every touch inside covered in top-grade leather—anything Bentley used, this car used. It could be said that this was the most luxurious Golf globally. If the model weren't so small, Bolf would have shoved in a sixteen-cylinder engine. Moreover, this car was also amphibious, just lacking wings to fly. As for the car's appearance, there was no other way. Brian gave Bolf only a day, which was insufficient to reconfigure the assembly line. They had to use the existing production line to finish it within a day. "Do you like it?" Fernando asked softly. Ella happily nodded. In these seven years, she commuted every day by bus or subway. If running late, she preferred walking for miles rather than spending money on a taxi. Now, she finally had her private car. "In the future, unless necessary, no more reckless spending," Ella blamed on the surface but felt incredibly sweet inside. Seven years had passed, and she finally understood what it felt like to be cherished. "Let's go, take me for a spin," Fernando opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. He needed to experience the car's safety and, more importantly, assess Ella's driving skills since she would often be driving with their daughter. Ella got into the driver's seat and started the car. "Roar..." The vehicle had just started, and a deep, robust sound quickly filled the air. "Oops, Fernando, why is this car so loud?" Ella was startled. Little did she know, beneath the modest hood was a twelve-cylinder engine, quite thunderous. Fernando didn't need to think twice; this was undoubtedly Brian's doing. The car navigated through the city, and Ella's driving skills proved commendable. Coupled with the thick body and bulletproof glass, the interior was nearly soundproof. This reassured Fernando even more. Suddenly, at an upcoming intersection, a concrete mixer truck ran a red light, careening wildly from side to side, leaving chaos in its wake.