After leaving The Pinnacle Tower, I went straight home.
Things over at Vanguard were settled, and I was no longer needed there.
As for those foreigners, I had already said my piece: if they don't leave, I won't be polite.
Twenty minutes later, I arrived at the entrance of my residential complex.
At that moment, the tires jolted violently, and the car became a bit unstable.
My expression changed slightly, and I quickly stopped and got out to take a look. The front and rear tires were all quite worn, and one of the front tires was slightly deformed.
"Looks like they need to be replaced!"
I muttered with some helplessness.
After all, this car wasn't made of any super materials; it was an ordinary Audi, unable to withstand my antics.
Last time, I sped directly from the state capital to Creston Province, and this time, I had raced recklessly for another ten minutes. The fact that these tires lasted this long was already impressive.
I drove leisurely to a nearby repair shop.
