"How dare you smash my car? Can you afford to pay for it?" Garpy's voice was loud to reach Jack's ears.
But, since he had destroyed his car, Jack had to return the favor. Although Garpy had only smashed the rear windshield, Jack was going to make sure that this car turned into nothing other than scrap metal that couldn't be repaired.
Bang! Crash! Smash! Boom!
With Jack's current strength, with the help of the fire extinguisher container, he easily turned the body of the Lamborghini into nothing but waste metal. Currently, it was almost flattened.
On the other hand, Garpy was hopping mad. Someone had just destroyed his car that was worth hundred thousands of dollars. If he didn't make him repay that with an interest, then he wasn't Garpy at all.
He took out his phone and made a call, "Hello, you guys get down here at this moment. There's a punk that doesn't know his place."
