Boom!
A deafening collision reverberated through the air.
Utter silence fell upon the scene!
"Damn, it's Young Master Ye's Bugatti Veyron!"
"That guy is toast!" Many in the crowd covered their mouths.
Soon, a red-haired youth stepped down from the Bugatti Veyron, clutching a machete in his hand, looking furious.
Seated in the passenger seat was a disheveled internet celebrity beauty, who complained in frustration, "Damn it, my carefully applied makeup is ruined!"
"Fuck, can't a good dog stay out of the way? I just bought this new car today, and you crashed into it! If you're not dead, roll your ass out here!" The red-haired youth was extremely arrogant, brandishing the machete threateningly.
Ye Wudao got out of his Wuling Hongguang van, his eyes cold. "You mangy cur! You crash into my car and have the gall to bite back?"
