Chapter 862: Asking the Guest into the Urn

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Waylon Huntington's heart clenched, his face becoming extremely unsightly.

Nine hundred and thirty million!

That was the value of the sedan—nine hundred and thirty million!

Exclusively customized.

The paint, metal sheeting, interior.

All handcrafted.

Meticulously sculpted and polished.

Every detail required a significant amount of time to perfect.

But now...

It was strewn all over the place.

Scattered on the ground.

"Pretty flashy!"

Looking at his masterpiece, Julius Reed nodded in satisfaction.

The sedan no longer had a roof or doors.

The front windshield was directly cracked, resembling a spider's web.

"Let's go."

He had one foot on the car and hadn't even lifted the other when—

Crack!

A loud noise.

The chassis of the car broke into two halves.

Chopped in the middle!

"Huff!"

Waylon Huntington took a deep breath, his face turning red.

Nine hundred and thirty million!

Completely totaled.

One minute ago, it was still a gleaming luxury car.