Chapter 11 Smashing a Million-dollar Supercar!

• "Mr. Hunter, I'll join you shortly."
• Beep beep …
• After concluding the call, Mike slipped his phone into his pocket, prompting Kylian to inquire, "You've organised for someone to deliver a check and a hammer. What's the strategy?"
• Mike responded composedly, "I'm just acquiring your car for 2.6 million. No need for you to worry about my motives."
• Kylian contemplated, questioning whether he was pretending to offer payment while intending to intimidate with the hammer.
• "Mr. Kylian, this guy is adept at trickery. Let him carry on with his charade and observe his next move. If he fails to present 2.6 million and resorts to damaging your car with the hammer, summon ten individuals to handle the situation. Crush his skull, then consign his wife to a life of prostitution. Let her serve as a prostitute indefinitely," the woman proposed.
• "Haha!"
• Kylian chuckled, "Indeed. I'm intrigued to witness the schemes this man has in store."
• Unperturbed by their exchange, Mike leaned against Luna's car, puffing on a cigarette in solitude.
• "Could he possibly be a secretive tycoon?"
• "Absurd. Even the most secretive tycoon wouldn't stoop to the level of wielding a hammer."
• "So, he's merely flaunting, isn't he?"
• Bystanders murmured and ridiculed Mike.
• The woman sneered with contempt, "You're nothing but a lowlife at the bottom of society, yet you dare to show off in front of Mr. Kylian. Carrying a check one moment and a hammer the next. I'd love to see what this pitiful loser is up to."
• With arms crossed, she chuckled coldly.
• After Mike completed his third cigarette, a Bentley arrived at the scene of the commotion.
• Exiting the car was a frigid, sophisticated woman adorned in pristine white office attire. Her regal and authoritative demeanour captivated the crowd, causing them to instinctively make way for her.
• With an LV bag in tow, she approached gracefully in high heels.
• "Look, who's coming?"
• Kylian's eyes lit up. He discarded his cigarette, brushed past the woman, and hastened over, smiling widely. "Ms. Prescott, what brings you here?"
• Ashley regarded him with suspicion. "What are you doing here?"
• Kylian sighed. "Don't even mention it. I bought a limited edition Lamborghini six months ago, and it got rear-ended by some idi*t woman. Now, I'm still waiting to settle the matter. The idi*t woman's husband, who's a lowlife, says he'll spend 2.6 million to buy my car to resolve the issue. Ridiculous, isn't it?"
• Ashley's brows furrowed as she surveyed the surroundings before locking her gaze on Mike.
• Noticing her attention shift towards Mike, Kylian pointed accusingly and mocked, "Ms. Prescott, it's this guy who show-offs, claiming he wants to … "
• Before he could conclude his sentence, Ashley swiftly advanced towards Mike, executing a precise ninety-degree bow, and addressed him with utmost reverence, "Mr. Hunter!"
• "What?"
• Kylian was stunned.
• The woman was also taken aback.
• Bystanders were left astounded by the unfolding spectacle.
• This show-off guy is actually this Bentley lady's boss?
• Wow! This is simply too insane!
• "Mm."
• Mike nodded subtly, acknowledging Ashley's gesture.
• Ashley then straightened herself.
• "Mr. Kylian, what company does Ms. Prescott lead?" the woman inquired.
• Kylian replied, "She leads over the Aetherfield branch of the InfiniteNine Group."
• With that revelation, he hurried over to join the conversation.
• The woman stood in stunned silence, taken aback by the disclosure.
• The InfiniteNine Group is a commercial empire with a hundred-billion-dollar in assets, far wealthier than Mr. Kylian. And this show-off guy is actually the chairman of a hundred-billion-dollar commercial empire?
• "Ms. Prescott, forgive my scepticism. How could he, a seemingly poor man, possibly be the chairman of the InfiniteNine Group?" Kylian questioned, his doubt evident.
• Ashley quickly retorted, "Even your dad would be overshadowed by his stature. Yet, you have the audacity to describe him as a poor man. How dare you!"
• "What did she say?"
• Her words instantly ignited a commotion in the scene.
• "Oh my goodness, is it factual that Mr. Kylian pales in comparison to this show-off man?"
• "What's his background, is he truly that formidable?"
• "Why is it so difficult to accept that he might overshadow Mr. Kylian?"
• Caught in the swirl of discussions, Kylian's displeasure flared instantly. "Ashley, I accord you as Ms. Prescott out of respect. Yet, your actions don't reflect that respect. It's one thing if you don't hold me in high regard, but to insult my father in front of everyone—what's the intent behind that?
• "Let me make this clear," he retorted, his voice laced with defiance. "Even if he holds the title of chairman at InfiniteNine Group, it means nothing. A strong dragon cannot crush a local snake. My dad reigns as the ruler of Aetherfield. Even if your chairman is a dragon, he'll have to bend the knee to me. Otherwise, my dad will teach you the true meaning of 'death'!"
• "How dare you!"
• As Ashley's anger simmered beneath the surface, on the verge of a retort, Mike intervened with a calm demeanour. "Did you bring the check?"
• "Yes, Mr. Hunter," Ashley affirmed.
• Mike gestured towards Kylian and instructed, "Write a check for 2.6 million for him."
• "Yes, Mr. Hunter."
• From her LV bag, Ashley retrieved a check and a sleek black pen, settling into the car to begin filling it out. Once done, she turned to Kylian, requesting his bank and account information. After completing the check, she tore it neatly from the pad and extended it to Kylian. "Please verify the accuracy of the payee name, bank, and account number."
• Kylian accepted the check, scrutinising it with a focused gaze.
• Meanwhile, Mike interjected with a casual tone, "Did you bring the hammer?"
• "Yes, Mr. Hunter."
• Ashley affirmed before raising her voice. "Thomas, bring the hammer here!"
• Promptly, the driver fetched a sturdy hammer from the trunk, the type typically employed for breaking stones, and hastened over to their location.
• "What's the plan with that?"
• A murmur spread among the bystanders as they observed the hefty hammer.
• Is he aiming to wreck the car or Mr. Kylian's head?
• The question lingered in the minds of many, echoing through the crowd like a persistent whisper.
• "Gulp!"
• Kylian's apprehension was palpable as he couldn't help but inquire, "What's your plan?"
• Mike's response was measured. "Is there any problem with the check I've given you?"
• "No worries, I have full faith that the InfiniteNine Group can cover this sum, and there won't be any issues with the check bouncing," Kylian reassured.
• Mike pressed on, seeking confirmation. "So, the Lamborghini is officially mine now, right?"
• "Yes, you've bought it for 2.6 million, so it's all yours."
• "Good!"
• Mike seized the hammer, closing the distance to the Lamborghini with purpose. Raising the tool high above his head, he brought it down with force against the car window.
• Bang!
• The car window instantly fractured and shattered into a cascade of shards.
• And then!
• Bang! Bang! Bang!
• Mike swung the hammer repeatedly, delivering forceful blows to both the front and rear of the Lamborghini.
• "Oh my goodness!"
• The bystanders stood in stunned silence, their faces etched with disbelief.
• "How could he bring himself to destroy such a magnificent supercar with his hands?"
• "Purchased for 2.6 million, and now it's reduced to this, what an utter waste!"
• "D*mn! That's impressive! To be able to act so boldly, he's truly a bold and ruthless individual!"
• The woman's disbelief was evident as she struggled to comprehend the situation. Why ruin such a valuable supercar when you could have bestowed it upon me? I can offer you all my charms, so why destroy it?
• Even Kylian felt a pang of distress gnawing at him.
• Following a whirlwind of destruction, the Lamborghini lay in ruins, reduced to a heap of scrap metal. With a final swing, Mike brought an end to the chaos.
• "You're impressive! Smashing the supercar you bought for 2.6 million into scrap metal. I must commend you before I take my leave." With a thumbs-up and a smile, he expressed his respect.
• "Thinking of leaving? Have you obtained my consent?"
• Mike's lips curled into a cold smile as he advanced towards Kylian, the hammer gripped firmly in his hand.
• "What's your plan?"
• Kylian's voice wavered slightly, his face draining of colour as he involuntarily took a step back.