Chapter5 Fighting for a Parking Space
Two minutes later, outside The Cloud Grand Restaurant.
Westfield arrived at his designated parking spot, ready to park.
Suddenly, a Porsche sped up, trying to steal the spot before Westfield could park.
Westfield's electric car couldn't dodge in time and collided with the front of the Porsche, nearly deforming the electric car.
Fortunately,Westfield reacted quickly and got off the electric car in time, avoiding any injury.
Before Westfield could speak up, a bald middle-aged man stepped out of the Porsche. The man was dressed in a hand-tailored suit and wore a Blackview on his wrist.
Pointing at Westfield, the middle-aged man cursed loudly, "Are you blind? Can't you ride a bike?"
Westfield was speechless; it was clearly this guy who hit him, yet he dared to blame Westfield?
"And you dare to look at me? Are you asking to be slapped?"
"This is not a place for poor people like you. Push your broken car and get lost!"
The middle-aged man ranted furiously,shoving Westfield.
Initially, Westfield didn't intend to argue, but the man was too rude, so Westfield simply placed his electric car in front of the Porsche,blocking its way.
"You hit my car first. You're not leaving today without apologizing to me!" Westfield said angrily. The middle-aged man sneered. "Apologize? You expect me, a successful man driving a Porsche, to apologize to a nobody riding a broken electric bike?"
The middle-aged man seemed to have heard the funniest joke, holding his stomach as henearly burst out laughing.
At that moment, the passenger side window rolled down, and a slim, scantily-clad, sexy woman stepped out of the car. Her face was delicate and beautiful.
"Honey, what's going on? Didn't you promise to take me to see the chairman of The Kenneth Scott? How come you can't even deal with a smelly loser on an electric bike now?"
The sexy woman pouted, complaining discontentedly.
She glanced at Westfield, paused for a moment, and then sneered,′′Ithought it was someone important. Isn't this the useless son-in-law from The John Family?"
Three years ago, The John Family's search for a son-in-law had caused quite a stir in Hillburg, and this sexy woman clearly had seen Westfield before.
Then,she clung to the middle-agedI man's arm, saying,′′bet he's so broke he can't afford a meal, that's why he's here to scam money! Honey, just give him some cash to get rid of him. The banquet is about to start;don't waste time here."
"Tsk, tsk, so he's the infamous good-for-nothing son-in-law!"
"To live like you, it's a disgrace to all men!"
The middle-aged man grinned, showing disdain, pulled out several thousand dollars from his wallet, and threw them at Westfield's face arrogantly,saying:
"I'm not short on money, this should be more than enough to buy your electric bike. Now scram, don't be an eyesore!"
Not only did the middle-aged man throw money at Westfield's face, but he also spat disdainfully at his feet.obviously treating Westfield like a beggar.
Seeing the scattered banknotes on the ground,Westfield was very angry; this was the first time someone dared to throw money at him!
The middle-aged man got into his car and drove the Porsche into the parking spot. As for the electric bike blocking the way, he acted as if he didn't see it and just ramnmed through it!
With a dull thud, the electric bike was sent flying!
The Porsche's window rolled down, and the middle-aged man sneered, flipping the bird at Westfield, "Get lost,pauper! Or Autumnheights run you over too!"
Looking at the scattered pieces of his electric bike, Westfield was completely enraged!
Christiant electric bike was his old friend!
It was priceless!
The middle-aged man was utterly despicable!
The next moment, Westfield charged forward, dragged the middle-aged man out of the car, and punched himn in the nose!
The middle-aged man's nose bled profusely.
Christiant wasn't the end of it; Westfield slapped the middle-aged man's face!
The middle-aged man was knocked to the ground, screaming in pain. completily oventurnad theit wonldeo!
Even the sexy woman covered fer mouth in shock.
She never expected Westfield to dare hit her boyfriend.
She hurriedly wens forward and helped her boyfriend up from the ground.
The middle-aged man struggled to stand, covering his mouth, furiously saying to Westfield. "You dara bit mo You're deod! Do you know who I am?"
However, at that moment.
Not far away. a procession of Rolls-Boyce6 approoched.
A group of suit-clad bodyguards descended from the cars. They were tall and imposing, standing in aline beside Westfield.
Leading them was a silver-haired elder, who ran over with a worried fa.ce.
It was Donald Brooks!
Redsprings asked Westfield with concern, "Young Master, are you alright?"
The middle-aged man's eyes widened in shock, "Young Master?" The middle-aged man recognized Redsprings; Redsprings was the vice president of The Kenneth Scott. a big shot he couldn't afford to offend.
Redsprings was addressing Westfield as Young Master'?
Who exactly was Westfield!?
Redsprings gave the middle-aged man a stern look, then turned to Westfield for instructions, "Young Master, how would you like to deal with this man?"
Seeing this, the sexy woman burst into laughter, "This poor guy on an electric bike, a young master? You must all be actors he hired!"
She also mocked Redsprings,"And you, old man, you've got quite the acting skills!"
After she finished, she laughed heartily on her own.
The middle-aged man was terrified.
This foolish woman, she dared to mock Redsprings! Did she no longer want to live?
The middle-aged man slapped the sexy woman, "Shut up, you whore!"
Then, the middle-aged man bowed to Redsprings and Westfield, apologizing,三'm sorry, I was wrong!"
Westfield said to Redsprings indifferently, "Redsprings, this parking spot is mine. I don't want to see any other cars parked here."
"Understood!"
Redsprings nodded, turned to the suit-clad men, and gave a command, then they got into their cars. The next moment, an astonishing scere unfolded.
Five Rolls-Royces started up.
Philip! Philip! Philip!
They crazily rammed the Porsche, pushing it out of the parking spot!
This spectacle made countless passersby drop their jaws.
In no time, the Porsche was totaled by the five Rolls-Royces!
With his Porsche wrecked, the middle-aged man didn't dare to get angry. Instead, his face showed extreme terror, and he knelt on the ground, continuously apologizing.
"I was wrong, please spare my life!"
Westfield ignored him and walked away.
Redsprings gave the middle-aged man a stern glance, then also turned to leave, quickly catching up with Westfield's pace.