sovbooks Chapter 252 Over 10,000 just to vent one's anger
Chapter 252 Over 10,000 just to vent one's anger
This time, it's utter destruction!
Under the horrified gazes of everyone, the black 911 seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand, emitting a sickeningly metallic groan!
The entire car body was instantly thrown sideways by the impact, and the passenger side was horribly dented and folded inwards from the B-pillar! The sturdy aluminum alloy frame was torn and twisted like paper!
The roof deformed and collapsed under the enormous impact! The wheels were torn off the suspension by the tremendous force, flying off with the broken connecting rods!
The car was hit and rolled off the edge of the track, rolling twice more in the sand and gravel of the run-off area before finally coming to a stop like a crumpled piece of paper, completely losing any shape of a car.
The car door came off, the hood flew off, the rear of the car collapsed, all the glass shattered, leaving only a pile of metal wreckage that was smoking, unrecognizable, and violently ravaged!
And this is just the beginning!
Ye Fan seems to have gotten hooked!
He reversed the car again with a blank expression, adjusted the position, and did so more than a dozen times before Ye Fan finally stopped, still feeling unsatisfied.
Yan Jun's companions, including Gu Yuejia who struggled to break free of the obstruction and rushed over, all seemed to be frozen in place, staring dumbfounded at this crazy and violent scene.
The air seemed to freeze, with only the roar of engines, the groans of metal, and the screeching of tires against the ground echoing in the air.
At this point, the Porsche in front of us was unrecognizable; it could be towed away and scrapped—it was nothing more than a pile of scrap metal.
Although his McLaren wasn't much better, he didn't care; it was only a little over ten million yuan a car.
It was worth it to spend over ten million to save a life.
The McLaren P1's doors were deformed and the locks were jammed in the violent impact.
Ye Fan tried pulling it twice, but it didn't budge.
Without even flinching, he raised his foot without hesitation and kicked the expensive carbon fiber car door repeatedly.
boom! boom! boom!
Several clean, powerful kicks!
The car door shook violently with a tooth-grinding metallic groan, and finally, with a "click," it was brutally kicked open, its hinges twisted and its paint cracked.
Ye Fan remained calm and composed as he stepped effortlessly out of the cockpit, which reeked of engine oil and burnt rubber, and onto the wrecked track. He even had the leisure to straighten his clothes, which had been wrinkled by the seatbelt.
Apart from a few specks of dust on his clothes, he looked perfectly fine, completely out of place amidst the steel ruins.
His gaze, filled with a cold, condescending mockery, fell upon Yan Jun, who was slumped on the sand and gravel not far away, his forehead bleeding, his body covered in mud and blood, looking utterly disheveled.
That gaze was like a red-hot branding iron, instantly waking the still-shaken Yan Jun!
"Ah—!!!" Yan Jun let out a beastly growl. His shattered pride and the overwhelming rage over his destroyed car instantly burned away the last shred of his reason!
He struggled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot, like a raging bull, and charged recklessly at Ye Fan!
His six companions reacted swiftly, immediately surrounding him. The seven of them instantly formed a hostile encirclement, trapping Ye Fan firmly in the center! The atmosphere was tense, ready to erupt at any moment!
"Yan Jun! You stop right there!"
Gu Yuejia shouted sharply, rushing to Ye Fan's side and shielding him with her arms outstretched like a mother leopard protecting her cubs. She glared fearlessly at Yan Jun, who was charging towards her. "I warned you! Don't try anything with my boss! If you're not as skilled, don't act like a sore loser and throw a tantrum! Don't be a loser who loves to play games. This whole mess is your own doing! No wonder it's President Ye's fault!"
Yan Jun ignored him, his bloodshot eyes passing over Gu Yuejia and fixed on Ye Fan's calm face. His whole body was tense, his fists were clenched so tightly that they cracked, and blood even seeped between his fingers.
"Do you know what the consequences of what you've done will be?" Yan Jun squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.
His beloved car was reduced to scrap metal, he was bleeding from his head and utterly humiliated—all of this was inflicted by this excessively young man in front of him!
This was the greatest humiliation Yan Jun had ever suffered in his thirty years!
Faced with this threatening questioning and being surrounded by seven people, Ye Fan suddenly—"Pfft!"
He chuckled softly, as if he had heard something extremely funny.
The laughter was particularly jarring on the deathly silent racetrack.
"No way?" Ye Fan tilted his head slightly, a look of almost innocent confusion on his face. His gaze swept over Yan Jun and his aggressive companion beside him. His tone was light, yet like a poisoned knife. "You're not actually worried about your beat-up car, are you?"
He paused, as if finding the idea utterly absurd, then his smile widened, filled with undisguised mockery: "Tsk tsk tsk, so pathetic? It's just a car, it's broken, so what?"
Ye Fan's gaze fell again on the pile of smoking Porsche scrap metal, then he pointed to his own equally mangled McLaren and said calmly, "Look, it's only worth a few million. I, this so-called 'outsider' you call myself, wouldn't even blink an eye if I crashed into it. You, this local 'big shot' with your blatant sense of superiority and local bully attitude, wouldn't be getting all worked up and barking like an impotent idiot over a pile of junk, would you?"
"Hahahaha!" Ye Fan's unrestrained laughter echoed across the empty track, filled with extreme contempt.
"If you're really that heartbroken, then hurry up and find someone to pack it up and haul it away to sell. Even scrap metal can be worth a few bucks." Ye Fan glanced at the wrecked Porsche. "By the way, if you think that's not enough, you can sell my other car too. Both together should bring in quite a bit."
Ye Fan leaned forward slightly, his gaze piercing Yan Jun like an ice pick through Gu Yuejia, his voice suddenly turning cold: "Just be more careful driving next time, others aren't as kind as I am."
That's like killing someone by breaking their spirit! Ye Fan's words are absolutely devastating!
Ye Fan's words were more deadly than those dozen brutal impacts!
The air seemed to have been sucked out instantly!
The fierce and encouraging expressions on the faces of the six people Yan Jun brought completely froze, turning into extreme shock and disbelief!
They had seen arrogant people, they had seen domineering people, but they had never seen anyone like Ye Fan. After smashing someone's car into scrap metal and leaving the person bloodied and battered, he could still use such nonchalant yet ruthless words to completely crush and trample the other person's dignity, pride, and even that pitiful sense of superiority into the mud!