"Fuck, I thought you'd died on some woman's belly. Now that you've got a woman at home, you've forgotten your brothers outside." When Allen finally saw Bart emerge, he immediately started cursing.
"I'm a family man now. I need to cultivate my character and temper my nature..." As Allen watched Bart forcefully shut the car door, he spoke.
"Pah! Fucking be gentler. This is the latest model of vintage sports car. Can't you hear it groaning?" Allen cut Bart off directly.
"Outdated is outdated. What fucking vintage?"
"What the fuck do you know? No matter how rich you are, you can't change that poor loser air about you. There are only thirty-two of these in the entire Empire."
"This piece of junk is an antique from hundreds of years ago. No, it should be an antique from over a thousand years ago."
"That's exactly why it's valuable. I'm telling you, these people from Paradise Island are filthy rich, and every last one of them is arrogant as hell."
"They beat all the gladiators in the Paradise Island Arena flat. From what they said, they meant that the men of our Empire were only capable of this much."
Yang Bo sat in the vintage sports car. This sports car actually ran on the ground on four wheels.
It even had that vintage bumpiness, though it could also hover.
The sports car could intelligently assess the road conditions and decide whether its tires needed to touch the ground and spin.
"Where did these bastards get so much money?" Yang Bo asked, pretending not to know.
"Apparently, they smuggled something to sell and made a huge pile of money."
"But let's make this clear first. I bet on you to win this time. If you lose, I'll strangle you to death." As Allen