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Chapter Seventy-Nine: Seeking Death!

Finn Lewis jogged silently behind Zoe, allowing her to run through one community after another. Unaware of how far Zoe had run, he followed her until she could run no more, yet Zoe continued to march forward.

Just as Zoe moved towards another neighborhood, her legs suddenly became soft and she fell forward. Coincidentally, in front of Zoe was a “Flying Horse” car where she fell directly onto its hood. The milk box in her right hand was thrown off, it had already been squeezed almost to breaking point in her hands, and now it spilled all over the car hood.

The owner of the “Flying Horse” was speaking to people at the car head nearby. Seeing this scene, especially how the milk flowed into the engine hood, his eyes turned red instantly. In a fits of anger, he pulled Zoe off the hood and slapped her without thinking, shouting angrily, “Are you looking for death?”

“Damn it!” Mr. Lewis trailed about ten meters behind Zoe, witnessing the whole scene. He rushed forward when he saw the man slapped Zoe, and redness filled his eyes as he directly lunged at the man.

“What the hell?! ” Seeing Finn running towards him, the man and his two companions immediately stopped Finn. “Bloody hell! You want to fight?!”

“To hell with you! Damn you, are you looking for death? How dare you hit a child?!” Finn was almost driven mad. If the Governor’s powers hadn’t been used up already, he would have called for the Governor right away.

Being held back, Finn cared nothing for the three men and rushed to Zoe who had fallen. He carefully picked her up from the ground and asked softly: “Zoe, are you alright?” Seeing the red mark on her face from the slap, Finn was heart-broken.

“I…l’m fine. I’m…l’m sorry, Brother… 1…1 caused trouble…” Zoe didn’t cry, but just whispered in a low voice.

“It’s alright, don’t be afraid, Big Brother will handle this.”

“Handle… handle my ass! You know how much this car costs? Damn it, can’t you look after your child? Are you looking for death? Can you afford to pay for the damage?” The three men started cursing.

“Shut the hell up, isn’t it just a Flying Horse? I’ll pay for it, tell me how much!” Finn yelled back at them.

“Damn it, can you afford it? You know what car this is? It’s a Flying Horse! What if the milk has entered the engine? Do you know how much this car costs?” The man pointed at Finn’s face and cursed.

“What’s going on?!” At this point, Officer Cowley’s voice came from the side. Finn looked in the direction of the voice only to see the police officer and his friends Fishy Wells driving up behind them. The shout came from the police officer.

“What do you mean ‘what’s going on’? Can’t you see the child poured milk on the car? Acting so high and mighty just because you’re a cop?” The man shouted back at him.

Finn glanced at the man and sneered, suspecting that the car might not actually belong to him. With a cold smile, he said to the policeman: “Officer Cowley, don’t bother with this matter, I’ll handle it.”

Having said that, Finn turned to the two men, and coldly said: “Is it a Flying Horse S600?” Without waiting for them to respond, he directly dialed the number of the manager who he had dealt with in the “Flying Horse” shop last time. The call was answered quickly, as they were always ready to take calls from big clients like him.

“Mr. Lewis, how are you?”

“Cut the crap, tell me if you have a Flying Horse s600 at the shop?” Finn interrupted him, asking directly.

“Yes, yes, we have.” The manager was a little taken aback but immediately understood the anger in Finn’s voice and quickly responded.

“Good. Bring all the top-tier models of the Flying Horse S600, including all the cars in your shop that are more expensive than it, to the intersection of Front Mountain Road and Brighton Road. Understood?” Finn asked directly.

“You’re still pretending, continue your charade!” The man sneered and turned to his accomplice to stop him from speaking.

Finn ignored them and waited for the voice on the other end of the phone. “No problem! We’ll be right there. All the cars you mean?” The manager gritted his teeth and promised firmly. The memory of Finn’s first trip to his store was still fresh in his mind.

“All the cars. It’s not far from your place and there’s no traffic jam.

“We can! In twenty minutes, we’ll definitely be there.” The manager readily replied.

Finn nodded, “Alright then, I’ll wait for you here.” After his words, he hung up the phone.

“Mr. Lewis, what is…” Benjamin Brown, the middle-aged officer, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

“No need to worry.” Finn assured him and asked Officer Cowley to witness the events.

After he said that, he picked up his mobile phone, dialed a number and said: “Zero, where are the twenty people? Have them come here straight away! Also check the car owner’s information and other details, such as company, and send it to my mobile. Understood?” After saying that, Finn hung up the phone, that’s the demeanor of a veil, Zero could listen at any time.

The men sensed something was wrong, but they couldn’t leave with the police close by. Fishy Wells and her friends had arrived, they all looked at the slap mark on Zoe’s face with heartach.

One of the men hesitated for a moment, then quickly called someone on his mobile phone. Twenty minutes was neither too long nor too short. Before the people from “Flying Horse” could arrive, a middle-aged man came out of the residential area.

Seeing this man, Finn knew this must the real car owner. Regardless of whether he was the owner or not, the outcome of this incident would not change.

The man walked over and spoke to the middle-aged man. After he finished speaking, the middle-aged man glanced at the milk on the hood of the “Flying Horse” and his face turned pale. Nevertheless, he quickly masked his emotion and walked towards Finn.

Just as he was about to say something, the loud roar of cars filled the air. A row of cars neatly lined up approached, led by three top-tier models of the “Flying

Horse” S600. Following them were six race cars from the “Flying Horse” series. All were extremely flashy models.

The manager was in the leading car. After he got out, he walked directly towards Finn, glanced at the people on the side, and then at the milk on the hood. He now understood what had happened. Nevertheless, this did not concern him. He respectfully said: “Mr. Lewis, the cars are here.”

“Good job! You!” Finn pointed to the man who had initially cursed and said, “The cars are here.. You said I should compensate you with a new car, right?

Choose one now!”