"Friend, you've been following me since leaving the hospital, continuously cutting off my car. If we're talking about arrogance, I'm afraid no one can top you, right?"
Mo Han sized up the person across from him, a man around 23 or 24 years old, wearing branded clothes and looking like he came from a well-off family. However, his speech and behavior were very frivolous and lacked breeding.
"Fuck your mother, you dare to talk back to me? You're just a poor loser. What gives you the right to speak to me?"
Sun Shaohua was furious. Seeing that the other party was not only refusing to apologize but was also challenging him, his face became rapidly somber, and his speech grew more and more arrogant.
"Do you know what kind of car this is? A BMW 730I, including optional features, it's worth over one and a half million on the road!"
"For fuck's sake, you dared to overtake my car at the hospital. Aren't you afraid of scratching my car?"
