Leaving the hotel with the car keys in hand, Jun Wangchen headed straight for the nearby parking lot.
He scanned the lot and discovered that there was only one car there, a gray-black one.
That must be Mo Duoduo's car. Jun Wangchen felt certain and was about to walk over, but when he looked around the car, he spotted a sleazy-looking fat man in slippers leaning against it.
Seven or eight beautiful women surrounded the sleazy fat man. They were all meticulously made up and dressed in colorful finery, looking much like social media influencers.
The sleazy fat man gave the beauties a cursory glance, licked his lips, and announced, "Ladies, this Pagani is the most distinctive of all my luxury cars. The model is the Son of the Phantom, and it's worth over fifty million.
"This car's extraordinary performance, aerodynamic efficiency, and handling have set a new benchmark for supercars.
"It features a uniquely designed gearshift console and an elegant suspended-wing exterior. It's sophisticated and classy, understated yet luxurious, bold and stylish with real depth, minimalist and fashionable with international flair. It perfectly meets modern young people's desire to express their individuality."
"Wow!" The beauties' eyes lit up at his words, burning with excitement.
They did not care how cool the Son of the Phantom looked. What mattered was the sleazy fat man's net worth. He could casually take a fifty-million-yuan car out for a spin. He was outrageously rich!
Watching from a distance, Jun Wangchen frowned. Something about the sleazy fat man's behavior struck him as suspicious.
Sure enough, the fat man's next words immediately darkened his expression.
Right before his eyes, the sleazy fat man patted the Son of the Phantom's body and waggled his eyebrows at the beauties. "Ladies, I know you all dream of having