"You!" Big G gritted his teeth, wanting to spit out a threat.
"Alright, alright, I just showed you—the car isn't damaged." President Wang stepped forward and grabbed Big G. "Let's go!"
Big G's expression shifted unpredictably. Suddenly, his eyes widened as he pointed into the distance.
"No... why can that car park there?"
A car had brazenly parked right where his own car had been moments ago.
"You're the property management, right? You need to give me an explanation!" His eyes locked onto the property management staff. "Don't treat people differently! I'm telling you, why does he get to park there?"
All around them, the murmurs of the onlookers suddenly reached his ears.
"That's a Cullinan. How can it be the same? Try forklift-ing one of those."
"And it's not even an ordinary Cullinan—it's a Black Badge edition. Eight or nine million, you think they're joking around?"
Big G froze. He had been too busy losing his temper just now.
Now that he looked carefully—
That imposing body, that overwhelming aura of luxury—wasn't it a Cullinan?
"A Cullinan?" he muttered. Then he looked at the utterly unmoved property management staff, his eyes practically spewing fire. "So you really are treating people differently. You dare forklift my car, but you wouldn't dare try it with a Cullinan, would you?"
As he spoke, President Wang beside him suddenly tugged hard at his clothes again.
"Let's go. Stop rambling."
"I'm fucking not convinced! Why can't I park here? Why does my car have to get forklifted away, while other people's cars can park here openly and the property management pretends not to see? Just because his car is better?" He was furious, resentment surging through him.
"Heh." The property manager sneered twice and turned to leave.
"Hey, don't go! Give me an explanation!