They said they were going to the garage, but the elevator took them into a vast underground space. It was practically the largest underground parking lot Su Ming had ever seen.
As rows of lights flickered on from near to far, thousands of gleaming luxury cars revealed themselves.
There were classic vintage cars, trendy sports cars with gull-wing doors, and all manner of other vehicles. It was like a treasure vault of automobiles.
"Heh heh, what do you think? Beautiful, right? They're all my babies."
After draining his beer in one gulp, Wally walked over to a red sports car. He tugged at his shirt sleeve to wipe the hood, practically draping his upper body over it as he closed his eyes in bliss and said:
"My dream is to own every great car in the world and have the chance to repair them."
Su Ming, meanwhile, wore an expression that said, Are you kidding me? This was Wally's dream life?
That was far too pathetic. It was worse than the beauty contestants on TV competing over who had suffered more.
When the host asked contestants about their dreams, those beautiful pageant girls always gave the same answer: they dreamed of world peace.
Sure, it sounded fake and wasn't realistic at all, but at least it showed some ambition.
In reality, Wally ran an auto repair shop in Central City. He rented a rundown little house in an old neighborhood with his wife and child, eating vegetable salad and boxed cereal every day.
So the Remnant gave him a mansion, a big house, and better food, probably. Su Ming didn't think kimchi pork belly rolls could possibly taste that good anyway.
Speedsters all loved speed and the excitement it brought. Naturally, they also loved cars, though in a way different