Seeing three young men fall under Xu Xiangbei's hands in the blink of an eye, Hua Ji was overjoyed. The multimillion-dollar luxury car was saved.
Hua Ji picked up an iron wrench from the ground and walked fiercely toward the youth on the ground, but was stopped by Xu Xiangbei: "They're already fractured, no need to finish them off."
Hua Ji picked up the Porsche's rearview mirror with heartache: "But they smashed my favorite car, the latest Porsche I imported from Germany for five million, only three in the world. If I don't beat them up, I can't dispel my anger."
"Their West City Martial Arts School is also a hegemon, there's no need to make enemies too deeply, let them go. It's for your own good."
Mentioning the West City Martial Arts School, Hua Ji felt a bit discouraged; those guys are martial artists, not easy to provoke, and had to admit defeat.
