"It's all your fault! I don't care! I won't pay!"
Xia Liang turned around, picked up a brick from the roadside, waved it in the air, then smashed it forcefully onto the already wrecked Porsche 911. He looked at the young man with a cold smile.
"Tell me, which is harder: the steel pipe from before, the brick in my hand, or this Porsche 911? Of course, you could also argue your bones are the hardest!"
"Stop talking, bro, I'll pay! I'll pay!"
Stared at by Xia Liang like that, the young man felt he was in the exact same position as the Porsche 911 had been just moments ago. If it had been someone else, it might have been fine, but this was the ruthless man who had just smashed a Porsche 911 to smithereens.
He quickly cowered, terrified that if he was a second too late, the brick would be testing its hardness against his bones.
A grin touched Xia Liang's lips. He casually tossed the brick aside, patted the dust from his hands, and nodded in satisfaction.
