Kaze’s words silenced the entire club once again. Everyone’s jaw dropped when they heard Kaze call the Glitter family a bunch of cowards. He was courting death with such provocative words. To the supercar club members, Kaze had already lost his mind. All the members had strong backgrounds. Their family, parents, connections—everyone they knew was their strongest support and they could easily solve any conflicts with power or money. Yet none of them dared to challenge the Glitter family, let alone call them cowards. Kaze did not only scold one of the Glitter family members, but he called the entire family cowards! He challenged an entire family known for its wealth, influence, and power. The old saying went in Arcadia—wealthy families should not be looked down upon, or insulted. The slightest disrespect toward a family with a history and strong background was considered the heaviest of crimes, despite having no laws about that. There were no laws stating one could
Cetus spoke the mind of every member. Not only Tank, but not one of the supercar club members took Kaze seriously. Kaze was just a useless man who relied on his wife. They would never have noticed him if not for this occasion. He was like an ant no one cared about. Kaze and them were from two different worlds. Kaze glanced at Cetus and said, “You keep yapping. Don’t you feel like a clown? I don’t think I’ve answered any of your questions either, so please shut the hell up. I’m tired of slapping people today, don’t challenge my patience.” Cetus was furious instantly. He shouted, “What did you say?!” “You relied on your wife to reach your current position yet you have the nerve to talk to me like that? I have no idea what is in that brain of yours!” “How could you even speak with such arrogance in front of so many supercar club members? If not because of Mr. Gebach, whom we respect, we would have slapped your face off!” The other members voiced support for Cetus. They
Astral’s text showed off the pride of a wealthy and powerful family. He demanded fifty million from Kaze, but it was not to sell the car off. Kaze had to smash it in front of everyone so he could no longer drive it around the city, reminding others that the car used to be Leigh’s. In short, the Glitter family wanted to cut all ties with the car, leaving no traces behind. It was the pride and power of a wealthy family! Even Darcy was upset by the ridiculous demand. She said strongly, “Mr. Gebach, that’s too much!” Tank smiled and said casually, “President Quint, if you think that’s too much, I can’t do anything either. If you have the power to resist the Glitter family, you can do the same to them as well; if not, please do as requested.” Darcy’s lips moved but was rendered speechless by Tank’s statement. Cetus and the other club members laughed. “Kaze Lee, you heard Mr. Gebach! We are stomping over you just like that because you are useless!” “Mr. Astral has given t
Everyone in the club went closer to the window to have a look outside. What they saw shocked them. They could barely recognize the Aston Martin from the scraps. A massive excavator appeared in the parking lot, showing off its massive arm after smashing the Aston Martin into scraps. In the cockpit was Conan smoking a cigarette, waving in the direction of the club. He was extremely excited after crushing the car. However, due to the distance, no one in the club was able to recognize him. “MY CAR!” Cetus screamed. His face was red and his eyes bulged in shock and disbelief. “Kaze Lee! Why did you destroy my car!? Are you fucking blind? Can’t you tell that’s not the Koenigsegg?! That’s a fucking Aston Martin! If you are that stupid, at least look at the colors! One is blue, another is silver!” He shouted at Kaze like a madman. He did not expect his car to be destroyed in just a blink of an eye. He only got the car recently and now it was turned into a pile of scraps
“My car! No!” While the clinks and clanks echoed in the air, the owner of the car, who was one of the club members, screamed in pain. He was the one who asked Darcy to sleep with him for a month and he would give her the McLaren. Now his McLaren had become a pile of scraps. The sudden twist of events was jaw-dropping. In mere minutes, the Aston Martin and McLaren, six and five million, respectively, were crushed into a pile of scraps by the excavator. Some of the club members felt the adrenaline rush and thrills seeing the cars being crushed. However, something even more exciting followed. The excavator raised its arm again and onto the next car it smashed. Bang! A Buggati was crushed. Kabam! A Ferrari was smashed. Boom! A Pagani was thrashed. The massive excavator was a destroyer of cars, turning them into scraps with just a swing of its arm. No matter how expensive or cool the car was, they were paper before the excavator. Even though the club member
“Mr. Gebach, do something about the dummy. He’s outrageous!” “The guy doesn’t respect Mr. Glitter at the least bit.” “He’s cocky in your face. He doesn’t respect your authority.” Members of the supercars club could not do anything about Kaze. With the trashing still happening outside, they pleaded with Tank for help. Tank grimaced. Even he was ticked off by Kaze’s arrogance. However, he had to appear composed for the sake of his ego. Tank said in a cold voice, “You know what you are doing, Kaze. “Do you think you can defy the Glitters? Do you think you can insult Mr. Glitter and me?“Well, you got another thing coming. “You are only getting yourself and your wife killed. “You are just driving yourself to oblivion.” Everybody could tell that Tank was livid. He looked like he was about to blow up. No one would want to anger Tank, a tycoon in the South River state’s financial market. Kaze was just getting on Tank’s nerves. He would have to pay a heavy price f
It was pin-drop silence in the supercar club. Everybody held their breaths as the tension was palpable in the air. Kaze slapped Tank across the face in full view of everybody. Things just escalated to a whole new level. It was bad. “A-Are you alright, Mr. Gebach?” one subordinate asked with worry as he handed a wet tissue to Tank, who only stood there with a blank face. The other men glared at Kaze. They wanted to get their hands on him. It was bad enough that the lowly son-in-law of the Quints acted tough in front of Tank. He had the nerve to hit Tank in public too. Kaze was out of his mind. The subordinate’s voice snapped Tank out of a trance. After a brief daze, Tank took the wet wipe and applied it to his face without a word. Never before in his life had he been hit in the face, in public at that. The only other time it happened was when his old man hit him for his childhood misdeeds. Despite having lived for a long time, Tank took a while for reality to s
The crisp sound of another slap was a rude awakening to all. “Well, show me how capital is your game,” Kaze withdrew his arm and said nonchalantly. Members of the supercar club widened their eyes once more. Kaze was mad beyond redemption. They could write off Kaze’s first assault as an act of impulse. However, when Kaze landed another hand on Tank after the threat, it became clear that Kaze was not acting recklessly.Kaze was digging his own grave. “Why did you hit Tank again, Kaze?” Scared stiff, Darcy pulled Kaze back from another attack. No one could endure multiple assaults in public, much less Tank. At this rate, Tank would never let things go. Given Tank’s resources, his revenge would rain on them hard. Kaze took Darcy’s hand and removed her restraint from his arm. He consoled her, “What are you worried about, babe? I already hit him. It’s not like he’ll forget about the whole thing if I stop now.” Darcy was lost for words. Kaze’s strange logic somehow
“How dare those men hijack the plane and take Kaze. They must be punished…” Despite her grumbles, Snow grew anxious. “Given Mr. Lee’s capabilities, he won’t be hurt.” The agents around her tried to comfort her. They believed she was being too nervous. “I know, but we as subordinates have failed him by allowing this to happen. We have to do our best to make up for the mistake, and not rely on Mr. Lee to get out because he can.” Snow drowned in self-blame and regretted not being able to help. It was her negligence that allowed the hijacking to happen. “But there’s nothing you can do now. It’s late. Even the hijackers need to rest. They won’t do anything yet.” “It’s because the hijackers need to rest that we have to hurry and beat them to it. That’s the only way to solve this matter!” “But we’ve searched high and low and didn’t find anything. No one knows where they have gone. Even if they transported the passengers via buses, we didn’t see any tracks.” The agents discu
Kaze breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly went over to Miguel and pressed his hands with the gun down so that it would not misfire. “Good job.” “Thanks.” Miguel curled his lips into a nervous smile. He frequently trained in the gym and mixed martial arts but had never encountered any real-life incident before, thus being inexperienced. Fortunately, his mentality was stronger than the others and allowed him to act accordingly. “I’ll be taking the gun. This is self-defense, you won’t be charged and you won’t need to take responsibility,” Kaze said. Miguel’s pale face looked relieved. “What should we do now? Are there more of them?” Miguel dared not let go of the gun, worried there might be more enemies. “I’ve counted the numbers and this guy here should be the last one.” He then took the gun from Miguel’s hands. “Really? Gosh! That was crazy! I was so terrified!” Miguel finally loosened up and let his instinct take over. His heart was pounding so fast that it
Manson came over and saw the mercenaries lying in their own puddle of blood. The gore shocked him and made him sick. He tried his best to hold back the urge to throw up as it would attract attention. “Don’t look if you can’t take it! Don’t make things worse!” “Yeah! Professor! Grow a pair of balls!” “I have never seen dead bodies like this before!” he explained with a flush of embarrassment on his face. “Can we go out now and run away?” The hostages were eager to leave as things had settled down outside. They thought the danger was over. A dead mercenary was inside the container with them and they were still horrified. Once the others found out about this, the hostages would be shot to death. “If you want to die, be my guest. The moment you step out, you’ll be shot!” Callahan said as he looked at the others scornfully. One of the hostages had already put his hand on the handle of the door and was ready to dash out, but he quickly pulled his hand back after listening
“Tsk. Hold on.” Vexed, the man clicked his tongue and then waved at his colleague. “Come here. Someone fainted. Help me get him out.” The man wanted to take the professor out of the container. Manson’s heart pounded as he listened to the man. He was afraid he might be exposed, but there was no turning back now—he had to play along. Kaze stood behind the door, calming his breath down to lower his presence. “Get back. Stay away from the door. If anyone gets close, don’t blame me for being rough,” said the man as he unlocked the container. He opened the door and saw a number of hostages still sleeping. He then looked at the professor on the floor. He went closer to nudge him but did not get a response. It seemed like the professor needed medical attention. “Come on. Help me get him out.” The other man outside the container was on edge, looking as if he would pull the trigger at the slightest movement. “Why don’t we do it?” Callahan and Miguel volunteered. “You two
“It’s freaking troublesome.” “Boss, don’t worry about it. We’ll get an update tomorrow.” “Yeah. It’s late. Get some rest.” Tiguan’s men told him to get some rest and not worry so much. A few of them were already snoring on the chair. Tiguan sighed and killed the cigarette. He then closed his eyes to get some rest, too. The container that Kaze was in fell into silence once more. No one dared to make any noise but they all looked at Kaze, hoping to find out about his plans. Kaze’s eyes remained fixed on the window and showed no intention of revealing his thoughts. Miguel and Callahan were annoyed by the other hostages. “If you people want to get out of here alive, you better cooperate or come up with your own idea. No one is responsible for saving you.”“Yeah. I don’t want you guys to turn on us after we do all the heavy lifting. It will cost us our lives and you people won’t even be grateful.” Miguel’s tone was sarcastic because he disliked how the others looked at t
Kaze read the hostages’ minds and refused to be used. He wanted to leave but not under such circumstances. “That’s not true. We just don’t have the skills for this kind of situation. You guys are stronger, of course, you should be in the front,” said the man in glasses and a suit. A hint of sharpness gleamed in his eyes. Miguel knew what the man was planning, either. “That’s some plan you have there. You are just trying to use us to escape this place and no matter what happens, you’ll win.” “That’s not it! I just want everyone to stand together and get out of this place. I’ve never thought of using anyone!” the man argued, trying to look innocent. Even a monkey knew what he was planning, yet no one dared to speak up because they would benefit from it too. “Why don’t you guys think of something? If you need our help, we’ll help,” said another middle-aged gentleman who looked more just and fair, as if he could lead the group. “Then what is your plan?” Kaze suddenly wante
The hostages were locked up in the containers. Some of them were elites in their own field while some were ordinary people with average income, yet all of them got into trouble when they boarded the plane. Most of them could not accept their fate. Yet they dared not defy or resist the mercenaries. When things started to calm down, they broke down in tears, weeping in silence as resentment consumed them. Kaze sat down at a clean corner that allowed him to look outside the window. The window was dirty but at least he could see outside. The space inside the container was filled with people sitting closely, offering comfort to one another. They were aware they were just temporarily safe in this container. No one knew what the mercenaries would do to them at the next moment. “My parents must be worried. I said I would call them when I land but now I can’t even get in touch,” Barney muttered as he sat beside Kaze. He too looked outside the window, his feelings mixed. He watc
Kaze thought of what he had overheard in the toilet. If he told the hostages about that, they would probably panic. “It’s nothing. They are just going to separate us into different rooms or containers. They said the buses would be disposed of,” he said. He did not want to reveal too much because it would cause panic. Once the hostages knew their lives were on the line, things might spiral out of control. The mercenaries could kill a few of them to make an example, and none of the hostages would dare to cause problems anymore. Kaze kept it a secret because he wanted to protect the people. “That’s it?” “Is there anything else? How many men are there? What is their plan? Who are they looking for?” “We want to know because we want to survive. This isn't our problem—we just got caught up in it.” The hostages looked at Kaze, their eyes filled with worry. They felt aggrieved because they should not be caught in such a huge problem. “I don’t know either.” No matter how m
“There’s a room there. Get in.” The mercenary pointed his gun at the mother and son, which led them to look at Kaze nervously, seemingly asking for help. “What do you want?” The mother was nervous. She clutched her son’s hand tightly, nearly making him cry, but she reacted quickly enough to cover her son’s mouth to prevent him from doing so. “All women must go into that room. You go in now,” the mercenary explained. He did not want the woman to get the wrong idea. “You people won’t hurt me, right?” the mother asked, worried that she might be ravaged. “We are not into MILF,” said the other mercenary who was escorting Kaze, indirectly assuring the mother. Kaze shot a glance at the mother and nodded at her. “They told us they were going to separate us, so there’s nothing to worry about,” he said, worried that the mother and son would not cooperate. The mother then carried her son and followed the other mercenary into the room. It was called a room but it was actually ju