Super Spender

Chapter 80: Let’s Talk Now

“Sir, I know it’s my man’s fault, we are willing to apologize, and there’s nothing wrong with the car, so there’s no need for compensation,” the middle-aged man who came later finally found an opportunity to speak.

“Sorry, but this has nothing to do with you, it’s his mess, I’m dealing with him,” Finn Lewis looked at the middle-aged man with a sideward glance and spoke directly.

“Sir, we are all civilized people. He is an employee of mine. Is it necessary to make a big deal out of this small matter?” The middle-aged man’s face looked a bit unpleasant.

“Fuck! Who wants to blow things out of proportion? Not only did he hit my sister, he also demanded that I compensate for the car. Now that I sent the car over, you don’t want it anymore, are you joking with me? Really?” Finn’s expression instantly turned hostile as he spoke directly.

“I’ll ask again, choose or not?” Finn didn’t even wait for the middle-aged man to respond and directly pointed at the cars coldly.

Just then, three vans rushed over, followed by twenty uniformly dressed strong men who jumped off the vans. Seeing these men, Finn couldn’t help but give 32 thumbs-up to Zero. These men arrived all dressed in identical black suits, ties, and even wearing sunglasses.

Once they got off, the twenty men quickly lined up in two rows with terrifying speed. There were no military salutes; yet these men stood as precisely as a well-oiled machine. Their robust alignment was so apparent that even bystanders recognized their might. At this point not just the middle-aged man, but even Benjamin Brown, the middle-aged cop, felt a chill, wondering if they were gangsters.

The leading man quickly came up to Finn Lewis. Without saying a second word, he bowed respectfully and called out, “Young Master.”

Finn’s phone beeped at that moment. Finn took a glance at it, then turned it off, lifted his head and looked at the middle-aged man again.

“I choose! That one!” The middle-aged man, looking a bit exasperated, responded. Even though this matter was caused by his subordinate, he had no choice but to bear it.

“Give him the car key.” Finn saw that the middle-aged man had chosen an S600 high-end model. Without any words, he ordered his men to throw the car key to him. As the middle-aged man received the key, Finn sneered and pointed at the man’s original car, “Smash it!”

Finn’s words shocked everyone so much it was like thunder out of a clear sky, including Fishy Wells and others. However, the twenty men sent by Zero didn’t care for niceties. They rushed to the van, each taking an iron rod from inside. They quickly divided into two groups; one surrounded the middle-aged man’s car, the others pushed the crowd back. Then, “Bang!” the leading man swung the iron rod directly at the windshield.

This single hit instantly turned the entire windshield into a mound of shards. Even Finn could see how terrifyingly strong this big man was. The other men started battering the car with their iron rods almost simultaneously. “Bang!” “Bang!” the horrifying sounds kept resounding as the pristine Flying Horse car was reduced to a pile of junk.

Finn thought about the frightening strength the men were demonstrating, it was almost like a T-800 model, right? Usually, German cars are renowned for their heaviness, but these guys were smashing it up like child’s play. They even shattered the car’s engine. In less than ten minutes, the car was entirely turned into junk, including the engine under the front hood.

“Enough.” Finn ordered.

“Swish” all at once, the ten men stopped swinging their iron rod and straightway went back next to the van with their iron rods. The middle-aged man looked at the van now turned into a pile of junk, his face turned green. Seeing that Finn had stopped, he finally spoke, “Is it over now? You’ve smashed the car.”

“Over? I’m still at a loss here! Where do you see it’s over? You demanded I compensate for your car, and I did. The new car is over there, so this car here is mine, right? It’s my fucking car, none of your fucking business, right? Now that your issue is resolved, let’s talk about how much it’s worth for hitting my sister,” Finn pointed to the red slap mark on little Zoe’s face and started speaking.

“You just demanded a car compensation, right? Now I’m telling you, little Zoe is our princess. No one ever dares to hit her or even lay a finger on her, today your man slapped her, let’s settle this account,” Finn squinted his eyes and started talking. His words caused a change in the complexion of the men across from him, while Benjamin Brown and others sighed ruefully. They knew, not blowing things up now was impossible.

“Sir, a cop is also present, aren’t you acting unreasonable?” The middle-aged man looked at Finn Lewis and asked with a gloomy face.

“Unreasonable? Who the hell is being unreasonable? My sister accidentally spilled a bag of milk on your car. Did it affect your car engine? Demanding a new car for that? Fine, we-compensated. Now you say let it go? Just enjoying your dreams? Now let’s calculate the injury on my sister’s face. The last time somebody made my sister cry, she wanted an alpaca immediately. My dad wasn’t pleased. But how long would it take for the ship to deliver it? My dad bought an aircraft for 150 million federal coins from a Brazilian airline, and air shipped it directly,” Finn replied nonchalantly.

All faces twitched. Fuck, are you kidding? Benjamin Brown was at a loss for words. Are you kidding? This girl was just a little beggar before, right? Even if she’s better off than a beggar, talk about 150 million federal coins! Even 1,500 federal coins is astronomical for them, right?

“Now, you slapped my sister, and she is very upset, terribly upset, how much is that worth, in your opinion?” Finn asked coldly.

“Sir, I think in everything we do, we should leave a way out. Since it was our fault, we are also willing to apologize. No need to smash that car, you’ve already smashed a car, isn’t that enough?” The middle-aged man looked coldly at Finn as he replied.

Finn only laughed, pointed at a brand new Flying Horse sports car parked behind and coldly replied, “Smash that!”

“Bang!” The twenty men, lined up into two rows, stood next to the Flying Horse sports car, jumped at Finn’s command. The leading man turned around, sped towards the car with his iron rod ready, and smashed it right onto the brand new car. Fresh from the 4S shop, this car’s windshield was smashed just after coming off the assembly line. The sequence of destruction which unfolded next once again turned a brand-new Flying Horse sports car into a pile of scrap metal within minutes, painfully watching this was the young attractive salesgirls from the 4S shop and their manager.

It was brand new! Brand new! Came out of the factory and directly shipped from abroad! It barely moved a little and got turned into a scrap like this! While they were distressed, they looked at Finn with starry eyes, as they wondered, What kind of man is this? So dominating!