He finally saw who the person was—wasn't it the Asian kid who had knocked him out yesterday?
His voice trembled, tears and snot streamed down his face; his earlier arrogance was gone, replaced by primal fear.
Zhang Jie walked up to him, slowly squatted down, and gently pressed the gun barrel against his forehead.
"Weren't you quite the talker?"
Zhang Jie's voice was calm, but every word pierced William's heart like a knife.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry! Please...let me go..."
William wept bitterly, his hands trembling as he raised them, as if to block a bullet.
"When you're out in the world, it's about influence and connections, but more importantly, it's about strength. So what are you? A little punk?"
William didn't answer, just kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Zhang Jie remained silent, thinking about the consequences of killing this guy. But what if he didn't?
He just stared at him for a few seconds, then stood up and turned to look at the two henchmen who had led the way.
"You can go now. The next time we meet, it won't be so simple; I will kill you!"
The two looked as if they had received a great pardon, scrambling and crawling out, not even daring to look back.
"Hey!"
The two froze, then turned their heads to look at Zhang Jie, thinking he had something else to say.
The result... Bang! Bang!
Two bullets pierced their skulls, bringing with them a splash of crimson.
"Oh, my apologies. I said next time we meet. Who told you to look back?"
Zhang Jie shrugged, then looked down at the stunned William on the ground.
William slumped to the ground, his legs already useless, blood spreading across the floor.
He looked up at Zhang Jie, his lips trembling, seemingly still wanting to beg for mercy.
But Zhang Jie merely gave him a faint glance, then turned and left.
Does this mean he won't die?
A big question mark swirled in William's mind.
Behind him, only William's wails echoed in the empty factory, along with a tiny hint of smugness at having escaped death.
He was already thinking about how to kill that damned Asian guy, absolutely not letting him die an easy death!
Too bad... Bang!
His answer was a bullet, a scorching hot bullet.
He wondered if he would regret his rude and unreasonable actions from last night.
But it was all too late; what had happened could not be undone, and the dead could not be resurrected.
As for Zhang Jie, he had never been afraid of trouble. He had a very clear understanding of his identity: he was a professional killer.
Every day he woke up to face life-or-death threats, so taking out a gang didn't cause him much trouble.
Moreover, others had actively provoked him; he hadn't actively provoked anyone. Since someone was rushing to their death, he didn't mind obliging.
As for William's so-called cousin, hmph, tell any problems to my bullets!
If you kill me, it means I'm not skilled enough. If I kill you, you deserve it.
Opening the door, getting in the car, starting the vehicle—just like that, Zhang Jie drove the car, riddled with dozens of bullet holes, wobbling back to Wood's custom shop.
"Holy crab! What did you do with my car? You didn't go to a World War I battlefield, did you?"
It was no wonder Wood exclaimed like that. When the car had left, it was perfectly fine, but it returned with almost the entire body covered in bullet holes. It was extremely lucky it even made it back.
Tej, wearing a welding mask, also came out and twitched his mouth when he saw the battered Nissan.
"Your life seems even more exciting than we imagined."
Seeing Zhang Jie completely unharmed, Tej was also quite shocked.
"It's alright, just had some trouble with a few punks, but luckily, the problems are all solved."
Then, Zhang Jie glanced into the shop. "By the way, how's the car modification coming along?"
When it came to his professional field, Tej naturally had a lot to say. He spoke to Zhang Jie with great enthusiasm: "Don't worry, the results will definitely exceed your expectations. However, some of your other requests might not be met for now, especially the bulletproofing. Currently, I can only bulletproof your windows."
Then he paused again.
"But some basic bulletproofing is definitely not a problem. It definitely won't be riddled like this broken Nissan. You know, the camaro's sheet metal is much thicker than this one."
"Alright!"
Zhang Jie could only accept this; after all, so-called modifications were only for performance. If he wanted to increase bulletproofing, that would require extra money.
And that wasn't within Tej's scope of work, so it seemed he would have to find a solution later.
"Can I see my car now?"
"Of course, no problem, follow me."
Then Tej led the way, with Zhang Jie following behind.
"LS3 factory 426 horsepower? Well, now it's a 657-horsepower time bomb!"
Tej was very excited, "LSA supercharger kit, forged pistons and connecting rods, enlarged injectors, reinforced chassis, chrome-moly steel roll cage, carbon fiber driveshaft (40% weight reduction, 30% increase in RPM limit), Brembo GT brake kit (six-piston front calipers with 400mm slotted rotors)."
A string of names came out of his mouth, "And Motec M130 full standalone ECU, anti-lag system, hydraulic handbrake linked to rear wheel braking..."
Tej laughed excitedly at the somewhat bewildered Zhang Jie, "Wheel horsepower: 657 hp, 0-100 acceleration in 3.1 seconds, top speed: theoretical 325 km/h. This is a rocket launcher on wheels!"
[Car Customization: Lv0 (56-62 / 100)]
Looking at the excited Tej, Zhang Jie also smiled. He knew this was the best state he could currently modify it to.
After all, the funds from winning a race weren't as abundant as imagined, and Zhang Jie also had to chip in for other miscellaneous materials, about 30,000+ dollars.
But overall, he was very satisfied with this result. With the addition of Driving Lv2, this car would definitely unleash even greater performance.
At least, whether for daily driving or missions, it would provide immense convenience. After all, what man doesn't like a big V8 becoming even stronger?
As for environmental protection and fuel consumption, hehe, who cares about that? Just fill it up when it runs out of gas.
Although Zhang Jie was poor, he stated that he could afford the maintenance costs for the camaro SS.
"Thanks, Bro!"
Zhang Jie hooked Tej's neck and vigorously ruffled his afro.
"Hey, don't touch my hair, you damned Asian guy!" This one action immediately made Tej furious, and Wood laughed heartily nearby.
Then Tej whispered to Zhang Jie, "Hey, Bro, I know what you do, but that's really cool. I hope I won't need your help."
Zhang Jie had never chosen to hide his identity; it was just a matter of whether he spoke about it or not.
It was so obvious that anyone could see it, but Wood and Tej didn't care.
And they said it was really cool, right?
Yo! Wouldn't you want a killer friend like that?
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