Chapter 109
Ten minutes later, the twenty or so thugs retreated, panting. They either slumped to the ground, braced their knees with their hands, or leaned against the railing of the bridge. They were so tired that they looked like old cattle that had plowed three acres of land in one go. They had no energy left to continue smacking.
"F***k, is this car made of steel? My hands are numb from smashing it, but I can’t break it. What the hell!" shouted one of the thugs.
Seeing that the car could not be smashed, some of the thugs exclaimed in exasperation:
"You see this machete of mine? Imported, top-quality stuff, cost me hundreds, and now the blade’s got nicks in it. It’s ruined."
"This car’s got bulletproof glass, right? I’ve hit it with an iron rod at least fifty times and still couldn’t break it. This thing’s solid."
"Boss, something doesn’t feel right!" one of the henchmen, who had a bit of sense, spoke up. "This SUV looks ordinary, but no matter how hard we hit it, it won’t get damaged. It’s definitely not just any regular vehicle. And the driver’s so calm, hasn’t even made a phone call. Whoever they are, they’re probably not someone to mess with. Shouldn’t we just cut our losses and leave?"
"Leave my foot!" The burly man with black bandages around his face smacked the henchman on the head. "We only got a 400-dollar deposit each. If we want the full payment, we’ve got to at least break one of his arms or legs. Do you want the money or not?"
As long as they achieved their goal, everyone would get 4,000 dollars each. One would be a fool to give up on a chance to beat up one person with over twenty people!
The others chimed in, "Just because the car is tough doesn’t mean the driver is. If he doesn’t come out, we’ll just force him to."