Bang!
Just as everyone was frozen in shock, another thunderous crash came from the entrance.
The sound was so loud that even the wall near the restaurant's main door shook.
"What's going on?!"
Everyone inside the restaurant was startled. They looked at each other, confusion written in their eyes.
Raymond Rong felt a bad premonition flash through his mind. Ignoring the pain in his cheek, he rushed out the door.
The moment he reached the entrance, he froze in place, then yelled hoarsely, his voice raspy and desperate: "What are you doing?!"
Hearing Raymond's shout, the people inside finally snapped out of it and hurried toward the door.
When they got close, they saw six Mercedes parked right in front of the restaurant.
The pitch-black bodies of the cars gleamed coldly in the light, giving off an intimidating aura.
Three of the Mercedes were parked in front of the restaurant, while the other three were in motion. One Mercedes aimed its nose at the side of Raymond Rong's BMW Z4, slammed into it with a roar, then slowly backed away.
The other two Mercedes lined up with the BMW's front and rear. With a burst of acceleration, both black cars crashed straight into the BMW.
Boom!
The brutal impacts crushed the BMW Z4's front and rear, leaving them dented and warped. The two Mercedes also took visible damage to their noses, but their drivers didn't care at all—they backed up and rammed it again!
The BMW Z4's side windows shattered completely, the doors were mangled, and the whole car looked a size smaller.
"Ram it! Keep ramming it!"
Standing nearby was a burly, thick-necked man with a huge gold chain around his neck and a cigarette dangling from his lips. He radiated arrogance and dominance as he shouted at the Mercedes drivers.
Not satisfied after yelling, he turned to a muscular guy next to him and barked, "Where's the excavator? The one you guys were supposed to bring!"
"Big Tank! The excavator's still on the way!" the man replied hastily.
"How long till it gets here?" Big Tank snapped, his brow furrowing.
"Five minutes at most!" the man replied, straightening up.
Big Tank took a deep drag on his cigarette, then spat out a thick wad of phlegm. Looking at the crushed BMW Z4, he felt a surge of satisfaction.
He didn’t know exactly why Evan Lin wanted him to deal with this car, but he figured the owner must have messed with Evan somehow.
Just thinking of Evan Lin's methods made Big Tank shiver a little inside, but working for Evan these days really felt good.
Big Tank glanced toward the entrance. When he heard Raymond Rong shout, “What are you doing?” he shot him a look full of disdain, then yelled at the Mercedes drivers, “Whoever’s too chicken to floor it tonight can pack up and get lost!”
With Big Tank’s order, the three Mercedes got even more aggressive. Their engines roared deafeningly, pure arrogance on display.
Vroom vroom vroom!
There was another round of relentless impacts. The BMW Z4 was now beyond recognition.
Raymond Rong suddenly twisted around and rushed toward Big Tank, trying to intervene, but one of Big Tank’s muscular men kicked him to the ground and glared fiercely. "What do you think you’re doing?!"
"I should be asking you that! What gives you the right to smash my car?!" Raymond’s whole body ached, and his heart was bleeding with anger.
That car was worth half a million yuan!
"Worth what? I smashed your car, so what? You seriously want to ask me why? What, got goldfish swimming in your head or something?" Big Tank flicked his cigarette butt right onto Raymond Rong’s face, then spat at him.
"Y-You... this is illegal!" Raymond Rong’s face flushed red as he shouted.
"Illegal, huh? Just because you say so? What, you think you’re the law now? Listen up—your car’s illegally parked. I’m helping the traffic cops clear the road, got it? Keep whining and I’ll slap you!" Big Tank sneered.
"Whoa, who is this guy? He’s wild!" Hank Chu whispered from the back of the crowd, staring at Big Tank in disbelief.
"Never seen him before. Probably an outsider, not one of Whitewood’s local tough guys." Ken Feng looked confused and shook his head. After speaking, he glanced at Mandy Yu, who looked a little dazed, making his expression complicated.
"That guy... did Evan Lin call him here?"
Someone in the crowd murmured.
Suddenly, everyone remembered Evan Lin’s phone call earlier and turned to look at him.
Evan Lin’s face was calm, completely ignoring the stares around him.
"Call the police! Call the police!" Raymond Rong trembled as he pulled out his phone and dialed 110. Just as he started to speak, he noticed a dirt-yellow excavator rumbling toward the restaurant entrance.
The excavator’s tracks were still caked with brown mud, and the huge bucket at the front hadn’t even been cleaned out.
As the excavator rolled closer, Raymond turned pale with fright. He lost his grip and dropped his phone.
"No!"
Raymond snapped back to his senses and yelled.
But Big Tank waved his huge hand: "Crush it! That pile of scrap metal’s just blocking the road!"
"We’re all law-abiding citizens here. Keeping the road clear is our civic duty. Crush it!"
Big Tank gestured and shouted.
Not far away, a middle-aged man in a suit rushed over. Seeing the smashed BMW Z4 and the damaged restaurant wall behind it, his face darkened and he shouted, "Who dares make trouble in my place?!"
Big Tank turned and gave him a cold, ruthless stare. "Say that again, I dare you!"
The middle-aged man was the owner of Whitewood Grand Restaurant. He’d just gotten word that someone had crashed a car into his restaurant wall, so he rushed over.
Seeing the wall dented in, he panicked and shouted.
Raymond Rong thought this was his savior, but as soon as the owner saw six Mercedes, an excavator, and the hulking, fierce-faced Big Tank, his attitude flipped in a second. He trembled, then quickly forced a smile and approached, apologizing: "Sorry, sorry, I didn’t recognize greatness when I saw it! But boss, I’m just a small business owner, I really can’t handle this kind of scene."
"If you keep smashing, my restaurant’s going to collapse!"
The middle-aged owner pleaded desperately.
Big Tank snorted coldly. "Then let it collapse. Say one more word and I’ll crush you along with it!"
"Got more to say? Want to try standing in front of the car? Go ahead, I’ll have my guys run you down—at most I’ll pay a million in compensation!"