"Officer, what's with that look? Just because my car is a Karry, does it mean it should be hit?" The young owner, barely in his twenties, of the Karry SUV following Finn Lewis's car was quick to catch the expressions on the faces of the traffic police. Particularly the older officer who reflexively glanced back after hearing about the situation. The young man couldn't resist and blurted out.
"Boom" "Pfft" The crowd couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter at these words. Even the three police officers had to suppress their laughter. Finn Lewis almost laughed too. Damn, this guy was smart, interpreting their thoughts from just a look.
As everyone was talking, a few men who looked like construction workers came down from the nearby sidewalk. The leader appeared to be a foreman. Upon seeing the car, the foreman was also momentarily stunned before turning to a middle-aged man whose face was full of exhaustion and said, "Mr. Wells, I can't help you with this."
