Chapter 112 Who Said Grandpa’s Temper Was Good (Three More Updates)
A bald man, his neck adorned with a thick gold chain and both hands pinching a cigarette, stared at a heap of scrap metal, fuming.
"Bro," Huo Wu kneeled on the ground, "We were just about to catch up with that strong guy when out of nowhere, a heavy truck barrelled in from another road. The driver of that truck was trained; he didn’t even consider us as a threat. At first, it was just a scrape, but then he hit us again, and then the car ended up like this."
Compared to being ruthless, they were truly ruthless.
A whole car gone, tens of thousands lost.
"Some punk, picking on me," the man called Bro Huo, with especially thick lips and dark skin, said, "My car, I spent nearly thirty thousand on it, and now it’s just gone."
"Bro," Huo Wu seemed almost to cry, "Bro, I failed in my task, not only did I not finish the job assigned to me, but I also lost your car. Bro, any punishment you decide is fine by me."
"Old Five," the middle-aged man with a ponytail sneered, "You go out and destroy big brother’s car, and just a little punishment will do?"
This was too lenient on Old Five.
"Big brother, I couldn’t have predicted this tough situation. Moreover, the opponent was driving a big rig; I was no match at all," Huo Wu was dejected, "Big brother, I guess that guy was just passing through here, and finding him might be harder than reaching the heavens."
"Big brother," a young man who appeared to be in his twenties stepped forward, "I think there’s more to this. Just as Old Five was about to catch up with the guy we were supposed to teach a lesson, that truck showed up. Could it really be such a coincidence?"