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“I don’t believe you!”
Malcolm hadn’t expected me to hold my ground like this and his expression grew increasingly twisted. After a moment of thought, he waved his hand dramatically.
“Everyone, follow me. Today, I’ll show the whole group how I turn his car into scrap metal!”
The sycophants, eager for more drama, immediately chimed in loudly
“Mr. Fitzroy, you’re the man!”
Malcolm led the group outside, his chest puffed out with arrogance. Once everyone had gathered, he quietly lit a cigarette, then pointed at the Phantom car in front of us and shouted, “Smash it!”
At his command, his bodyguards rushed forward in unison.
After a chaotic clatter of banging, one of the bodyguards hurried over to Malcolm, looking flustered.
“Mr. Fitzroy, we’ve been hitting it for a while, but this car… it won’t even dent!”
Malcolm paused briefly before grabbing the iron rod from the bodyguard and storming toward the car with
resolve.
Once. Twice. Three times.
He swung the rod with all his might, delivering dozens of heavy blows. Yet, apart from a few chips in the paint,
the car remained unscathed.
As Malcolm continued his futile effort, my phone began to buzz incessantly in my pocket. Unable to ignore it any longer, I discreetly answered the call.
“Hello? Yeah, something came up. I won’t be able to make it back right away. Can you inform everyone to move
the meeting to Langston Grand Hotel instead? Yes, that’s right. The one owned by the Fitzroy Group. Bring the whole
team here.”
I had just hung up the phone when Malcolm, panting heavily, walked toward me.
“Griffin, your crappy car must have steel bars inside or something. My hands are completely numb from all that
pounding!”
I curled my lips slightly, suppressing a smile.
844PM &
“Steel bars? I don’t know. But I can confirm one thing. It’s bulletproof. Oh, and I think you should know the name of the car you’ve been smashing. It’s called a Phantom S9. And no, it’s not any cheaper than your Rolls–Royce.”
After hearing my words, Malcolm still acted unimpressed, his face full of disdain.
“Don’t give me that nonsense. It’s just some lousy domestic car. I don’t believe it could be worth that much!” At that moment, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, “Look over there!”
Hearing this, the crowd immediately turned their heads.
A convoy of military vehicles, with over ten pickups bearing military license plates, drove toward us in a grand procession.
Malcolm immediately put down the iron rod in his hand and greeted them with a smile. “Welcome, leaders! You should’ve let me know in advance so I could make preparations.”
At that moment, a tall and handsome officer walked up slowly.
“Hurry up and arrange a private room. Our leaders need to hold a meeting here.”
Seeing this, everyone immediately stood still, hands behind their backs, behaving as obedient as elementary
school students.
However, I stood motionless in place, not moving an inch.
Malcolm, noticing this, quickly scolded me, “Griffin, move aside! Didn’t you hear what they said?”
I took a few slow steps forward.
“I heard. The leaders are having a meeting here.”
Malcolm shouted anxiously, “Why aren’t you moving? If you’re trying to get yourself killed, don’t drag me down
with you!”
Get myself killed?
I couldn’t help but laugh aloud. “If I’m leaving, who’s going to hold the meeting for them then?”
