"This... my car..."
Seeing his beloved car get directly smashed aside by Hao Jian, Wang Hui's face turned drastically pale. He wanted to confront Hao Jian, but when his gaze shifted to the Aventador, he hesitated.
This kind of luxury sports car was something even he couldn't afford. At most, he could only buy a car worth one or two million yuan, and to afford something like this would take him several years.
Yet here the car was, in Hao Jian's hands, treated as just another ordinary car, even used to crash into his own BMW worth only five or six hundred thousand yuan. A person like Hao Jian, he'd never even heard of, let alone seen before.
But now, right in front of him, this scene was something he could never have imagined...
"Brother Wang... your car..."
Cen Yu also stood there in stunned silence, pointing stiffly at the smashed BMW and speaking with difficulty.
