Mickey got out of the car he had been checking on. It was an antique car that he restored for the past few days. That silly guy grunted irritatingly at that person.
What he hated the most in life, being disturbed when he was busy working.
He squinted his eyes, intentionally gave Daniel a fierce look, then he stared intently at the front of the bright, red Porsche owned by one of his loyal customers, then he let out a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the power of Daniel's punch left no dents or scratches on the surface of that precious car.
Mickey turned his gaze back to his annoying friend, who else but Daniel Garibaldi.
"Jeez Daniel! What the F! Did you take the wrong medicine today? What are you doing here so early in the morning?" Mickey asked in succession, both annoyed and surprised at the same time as Daniel had never bothered him this early.
At best, this guy would always look for him at lunchtime to have a meal together.
