In an instant, over a dozen black-clad bodyguards wielding iron bars violently smashed into the luxury cars without a flicker of emotion.
Within less than ten minutes, sports cars worth over a hundred million were reduced to a pile of scrap metal.
Outside the shopping mall, a crowd of onlookers gathered, clamoring to take pictures with their phones non-stop.
"Tens of millions, and not just a few thousand—whose family's wastrel is this?"
"No, no, I think they're filming a TV show; those must be models, right?"
"Who cares if they're models or not; if I take some back later, I can sell it as scrap metal!"
... Murmurs and discussions buzzed amongst the crowd.
Wen Zao paid no heed to the pointing and gossiping of the bystanders, he pulled out a check signed with his name, penned a string of numbers, and threw it to the ground.
