YM778.TV Chapter 396: 396 Your Car is Gone_1
At this moment, the man sprawled on the ground let out a shout.
Screech!
Following the sound of urgent brakes, a Porsche halted in the middle of the road.
Three dominating vehicles followed closely behind.
After the cars stopped, quite a number of people got out of the Porsche and the imposing cars.
“Christopher Martin, who the hell beat you up like this?”
The owner of the Porsche was a thirty-something-year-old youth, with a crew cut, dark sunglasses, and a gold chain hanging around his neck.
The epitome of a “tuhao,” or nouveau riche.
“It was him! I was recording a Crazy Sound with Everett, and this guy just took Everett away. I went to break up the fight, and now both my arms are so smashed up I can’t move them.”
Christopher Martin howled in pain, not forgetting to tattle in the process.
“Shit! Who the hell dares to touch my brother, grab your weapons!”
The Porsche owner turned, walked back to his car, pulled out a meter-long steel pipe, and led his followers toward Julius Reed.
Quella Radcliffe also hurried to Julius’s side, her face full of concern.
“Did you get the video recorded?”
Julius took the phone from Quella’s hand and sent the video over.
“Kid, what’s the meaning of this!”
The Porsche owner stopped two meters away from Julius.
Behind him, a dozen men brandished steel pipes with menacing attitudes.
“Everett! How did you end up beaten like this!”
When he saw Everett Cook lying on the ground, he surprisedly took off his sunglasses.
Everett now looked nothing like himself, his face completely swollen, with traces of blood.
“Big… wahh wahh wahh…”
Everett Cook pointed at Julius, tears streaming down, but she couldn’t make out the words.
“Damn it! For doing this, if I, Ken Leocadia, don’t break your hands today, then I shouldn’t be in this business anymore!”
Ken Leocadia took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and yelled, “Hit him!”
His family ran a construction material business, frequently engaged in fights and brawls. Although not part of any organization, bullying ordinary people without backings in Gonzalez City was quite easy for them.
“Wait a minute.”
Julius suddenly raised his hand, pointing at the Porsche: “Nice car, how much did you buy it for?”
“Over a million, why?”
Ken Leocadia frowned.
The Porsche was his newly bought car, purely for showing off.
In reality, the Leocadia family wasn’t very wealthy—having about ten million in assets—but spending over a million on a car was still quite luxurious.
Usually, thanks to this car, Ken Leocadia had slept with numerous female college students.
One could say, this car was his pride.
“I’m thinking of smashing this car, is that okay?”
Julius looked at Ken Leocadia.
“Have you fucking lost it!”
Ken Leocadia burst out laughing: “Poor fucker, can you afford to compensate? Try touching it! If you dare, and scratch off a bit of paint, your girlfriend will have to spend half a year with me!”
After he finished speaking, his employees started laughing uproariously.
“To tell you the truth, your girlfriend isn’t bad. If you lend her to me for a bit, we can still discuss today’s issue.”
He eyed Quella Radcliffe up and down, a lecherous smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Quella’s looks were top-notch even in Five-river Province.
Many men couldn’t resist her just at a glance.
“Do you know why her mouth is swollen?”
Julius pointed at Everett Cook on the ground.
“I’ll tell you, it’s because she insulted my girlfriend with one comment.”
“Ha! Look at you playing the tough guy! Not only am I going to insult her, but I also want to play with her! Believe it or not, I’ll get her into bed tonight!”
Ken Leocadia spoke with disdain, his eyes full of provocation.
“I don’t believe it.”
Julius Reed shook his head.
“Then tonight, I’ll have you watch, or should I call a few more brothers to join us?”
Ken Leocadia laughed loudly, joined by the shameless expressions of the employees beside him.
“Believe it or not, your car is gone?”
Julius Reed asked indifferently.
“Try touching it and see.”
Ken Leocadia shook his head, his sneer unending.
“You believe your eyes will be gone today too?” Julius Reed took out his phone and spoke into the microphone, “Porsche, take it down!”
“Kid, you’re getting ahead of yourself here! If you dare to touch my car…”
Boom!
Before Ken Leocadia could finish his words, he heard a loud noise from behind him.
He hurriedly turned around, only to see three pickup trucks coming from different directions, slamming right into his Porsche in the middle!
The brand-new car, once gleaming with light, was now crushed like a sandwich.
“Fuck! Who the fuck did this!”
Ken Leocadia’s heart was bleeding.
“Me!”
Just then, Aaron Martin came over from the other side of the road, with a cigarette in his mouth.
“Hey! Hit it again! Have you motherfuckers not eaten?”
He yelled at the pickup trucks, which immediately reversed and then delivered an even more violent collision!
Ken Leocadia’s Porsche was so wrecked that it was essentially totaled.
“Motherfucker! Dare to smash my car!”
He turned around and shouted furiously to the employees behind him, “What are you dazed for? Get on up!”
“Yo! Aaron Martin, you’re not making it big in Gonzalez City, eh!”
Julius Reed teased with a smile.
Ken Leocadia was just a spoiled brat, not even considered a second-generation rich kid, completely unaware of how formidable the young man with the cigarette was.
Aaron Martin was an employee of Aron Jackson’s, and when it came to fighting, he was seriously tough!
“Brother Davenport, I’ve caused you amusement!”
Aaron Martin nodded with a smile, immediately returning to his cold demeanor.
Since being taught a lesson by Aron Jackson the night before, he had arranged for his employees to follow Julius Reed 24/7, ready to show up the moment this friend of Aron Jackson’s encountered any trouble.
Julius Reed had been aware of this for some time, but simply hadn’t mentioned it.
After all, there was no reason to turn down free bodyguard services.
Besides, Aron Jackson had already pushed Aaron Martin’s WeChat contact to Julius Reed.
In Aron Jackson’s words, some matters were better handled by his employees.
Now, faced with Ken Leocadia’s provocation, Aaron Martin knew his chance to shine had arrived.
He took the cigarette butt from his mouth, approached Ken Leocadia, and asked, “Do you know who you’re talking to?”
“Do you know who you’re talking to!”
Ken Leocadia retorted.
Seeing his beloved car turned to scrap, his heart was bleeding.
“Looks like you don’t know!”
Aaron Martin grinned, pressing the lit cigarette butt onto Ken Leocadia’s body.
“Ah…”
Ken Leocadia, scalded and about to retaliate, saw Aaron Martin’s employees rush forward, launching him into the air with a kick!
Following that, dozens of people came one after another from the other side of the road.
These people lined up silently behind Aaron Martin, saying nothing.
Seeing the turnout, even Ken Leocadia, a fool, knew he had hit a wall of iron.
“May I ask, who do you roll with?”
He asked, enduring the burn on his shoulder.
Having some connections on the streets himself, he hoped to identify a relationship to spare himself a beating.
“I roll with him!”
Aaron Martin pointed at Julius Reed, took another drag of his cigarette, and tossed the butt onto the ground, “Beat him to death!”