Modifying the car.
The key suggestions mainly came from customers, to satisfy their personalized needs and improve vehicle performance.
York's requirements were for strong defenses, high speed, and the ability to withstand violent driving.
Thus, in the modification plan, the entire body of the car was replaced with a mixture of high-quality steel plates, bulletproof glass, and ultra-high molecular weight polyethylene fiber.
Based on this, the original engine of the Ford Raptor was replaced with a 16-cylinder W-shaped structure, boasting a powerful 1500 horsepower, capable of reaching a top speed of 420 kilometers per hour.
The modification included larger wheel diameters and wider tires, upgraded shock absorbers, revised limited-slip differentials, and suspension settings...
York looked over the modification plan. Although he didn't understand it, he pretended to agree and let the experts handle it.
"Not bad, explosive enough, let's do it."
Thus, the modification work inside began.
The team already had a clear idea of what to do, having prepared everything in advance. They were just waiting for the car to arrive. The modification was efficient, essentially transforming the old car into a new one.
After a period of time.
York, who had been sitting on the sofa waiting and browsing through a glamorous magazine, looked up as Howard Martin appeared.
"Father, your car is parked outside."
York casually discarded the magazine and walked towards Howard.
"Let's go see what you guys have turned it into."
Howard, always attentive, nodded and followed after York had passed by.
Outside the clothing store, a sleek, black beast of a car was parked, attracting the attention of passersby, some even sneakily taking photos.
York, seeing the car, was visibly satisfied.
Regardless of understanding, based on appearance alone, he was already nodding in approval.
Compared to its previous look, the car now seemed even more fierce.
The design was simple yet sharp, exuding a metallic texture. The paint shone with a deep pearlescent glow, constantly drawing the eyes of onlookers.
The car was so imposing that it couldn't be understated.
York, watching the people secretly taking photos, smirked. Should he call himself flashy? This car indeed ticked all his boxes.
This was a man's car, a vehicle fit for a tough guy.
York asked Howard casually, "How much?"
Sensing York's satisfaction, Howard smiled warmly, "Father, this is my respect for you."
Hearing this, York looked at Howard, who maintained a smiling face, grabbed his shoulder and said,
"Howard, there's a saying in the East, 'A small favor makes for a debtor.'"
Feeling the grip on his shoulder, Howard's expression could no longer remain calm. The following words also made him tense.
"I don't know what trick you're playing, but now, please give me the bill. Don't leave out a cent. I have money and don't need your charity."
"Father! I..." Howard started to explain but seeing York's half-smiling face, he could only say,
"Someone wants you to preside over an ancient ritual."
"Oh?" York loosened his grip.
"An ancient duel of the High Table, concerning John Wick. As you can guarantee a fair process, whatever the outcome, the High Table will accept your judgment."
Again, that legendary killer, his reserved employee, and now an ancient duel... York raised an eyebrow and let go.
It seemed John Wick's story had progressed beyond what he knew from his previous life.
York glanced at Howard, who was easing the pain in his shoulder.
But considering the nature of the previous movies and his intuition...
This legendary killer was like a cockroach, probably unkillable.
So...
York quickly decided, "Howard, the bill, please."
Howard paused his massaging and looked down.
"Yes, Father."
Finally, York received the bill and, under the watchful eyes of many bystanders and Howard, got into the modified Ford Raptor and drove away.
At a red light, York glanced at the bill, barely holding back a curse, slightly regretful.
"Showing off too much... Damn, really expensive."
Seeing the total on the bill, York felt a pinch. He took out his phone.
He didn't think Howard would cheat him; this was probably the cost price without labor.
But it was still expensive, a whole $440,000.
After deducting the money spent on arms, he had about $3.35 million left.
After a quick glance, York started transferring money.
Lady Agatha's Toy Store: $1,200.
The almost forgotten intelligence fee for Hannah: $150,000.
And now the car modification fee: $440,000.
In total, his account started to shrink to just over two million.
"I can still hold on for a while."
As the light turned green, York tossed his phone into the side slot and stepped on the gas.
At that moment.
All three parties received the transfer notifications.
In an antique shop.
Silver-haired Lady Agatha, explaining items to a customer, paused to check her phone, a smile appearing in her eyes.
"Sorry, let's continue."
At a busy airport.
Hannah, with her stunning figure and dazzling blonde hair, felt her phone vibrate. She lifted her sunglasses with her phone and checked the message.
"Humph, at least you know what's good for you."
She smiled and looked at the sign ahead, which read "New York."
Meanwhile, seeing the transfer, Howard sighed as he watched York's car disappear into the distance and made a phone call.
"Father has refused, Winston."
The message reached an old man with curly hair, standing on a high-rise rooftop, calmly responding,
"Understood."
Ending the call, he looked at John Wick, who had been preparing for the ancient duel of the High Table.
"It seems we need to find another way, John."
Saying this, the old man faced the brisk rooftop wind, "Your friend Kane should know your thoughts, right?"
John, relaxed due to the Father's refusal, coolly replied,
"Of course."
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