Lyka had been established only recently, a rising star in the supercar world that few people knew about. But precisely because of that, Hayato's model, made with lavish materials and exuding a visible nouveau riche aura, already cost around ten million dollars to buy. And Kingpin had spent nearly another five million dollars—almost half the price of a new car—on modifications. The only thing missing was plastering green American bills directly onto the body.
Hayato parked the golden supercar to one side, instantly making the silver sports car beside it look unbelievably shabby.
Flash Thompson's face darkened in the crowd. He had finally gotten the keys to a new car from his father after agreeing to countless unequal terms, only to become someone else's backdrop here?
Flash felt like crying. He was already thinking about how to teach this Asian guy a lesson.
Across the various parallel universes, Flash Thompson usually appeared as a brainless sports star whose calling in life was to bully Peter Pakkun. This version of Flash was comparatively "kind." Aside from being rich, he was basically crushed in terms of intelligence, and his own combat ability was not high. So all he usually did was call Peter a "nerd," mock him, and threaten him a little. He was far less detestable than his counterparts in other versions.
And he was also a Spider-Man fan.
"Hey, buddy, nice car." A large man reeking of alcohol came over with a girl in his arms, emboldened by the drink. "How about lending it to your brother here for a few laps?"
He was probably used to bullying Asians, so he naturally treated Hayato as an easy target. Without even caring whether Hayato agreed, he reached for the car keys.
"No problem. But your girl's pretty nice. How about lending