1311: Who Is It?

Who Is It?

After Luther heard what Lucas said, the smile on his face stiffened, and bewilderment flashed in his eyes.0

His wife immediately shouted, "If they're our people, are they yours, you bumpkin? You just moved here. How could you find so many experts within such a short time? You're really shameless!"

Lucas remained calm and didn't even look at the two of them.

The person leading the men in black was tall, burly, and dashing. He walked over to Lucas, got down on one knee, and reported, "Lucas, due to time constraints, I only brought a hundred people here. Are they enough?"

Lucas nodded. "Yes. Wait for me here."

"Yes, Lucas!" the leader acknowledged. With a wave of his hand, the hundred people stood neatly behind Lucas, their momentum astonishing.

This scene shocked Luther and his wife speechless.

"This punk… called these people over? How… how is that possible?"

Lucas saw the Maserati parked by the roadside at a glance. The logo on the hood of the car was gone, so this must be the car that they had accused Amelia of damaging.

"Smash that car!" Lucas pointed at the Maserati.

"Yes!"' The muscular leader acknowledged and instructed, "Lucas wants us to smash that car!"

The next moment, the hundred people charged straight toward the Maserati.

After one punch landed, there was a huge dent in the hood. With the next punch, the glass windows of the car shattered.

"Stop it! Stop! This is my car! It's worth more than ten million dollars! I'll kill you if you dare to touch it! Stop! Do you hear me?!" Luther's wife screamed hysterically and tried to stop them from smashing her beloved car.

But how could these people listen to her?

Even though these burly men were hitting the car with their bare hands, the effect was similar to using weapons. In just a few seconds, the ten-million-dollar luxury car turned into a pile of distorted scrap metal.

This scene stunned the onlookers.

This expensive car was smashed into a pile of scrap metal with bare hands just like that.

Seeing that her beloved car had turned into scrap metal, Luther's wife was boiling with fury. She lost her sanity on the spot and charged at Lucas while waving her long fingernails. "Bastard! How dare you smash my car? Compensate me for it!"

"Get lost!"

Before she could even touch Lucas, the person next to Lucas kicked her away. She fell to the ground in distress.

Lucas looked coldly at Luther's wife lying on the ground. "Your car? I remember clearly that the two hundred million dollars you wanted me to compensate you includes the compensation for this car. In other words, this car belongs to me now, and I can smash it however I want. It's none of your business!"

Luther's wife was stunned. Only then did she remember that when she demanded compensation from Lucas, she had included the full price of the car. In that case, it wasn't a problem for Lucas to say that the car belonged to him.

But she just wanted to extort him and make him give them more money. She didn't really plan to give away her beloved car!

Her Maserati was the latest model and had been flown in from abroad. She had only driven it a few times and was already in love with it. Even though the logo had been damaged, it would cost only a few thousand dollars to get it replaced with a new one. In fact, she was planning to get it replaced after settling everything today!

But her car had now been turned into a pile of scrap metal. She was so furious that she almost vomited blood.

Seeing that his wife had been kicked to the ground, Luther flew into a rage. "Bastard, how dare you touch my woman? You must have a death wish! Just you wait. I won't let you off!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a Lincoln limousine sped over and stopped outside the leisure square.

Seeing the familiar license plate, Luther felt confident and grinned smugly. "Bastard, my father is here. It's time for you to die!"

The door of the limousine opened, and an elderly man in his sixties stepped out of it. It was Norman!

"Wow, take a look! It's Norman Holmes, the head of the Holmes family! I had the honor to see him from a distance before!"

"Since Mr. Holmes is here in person, it seems that the matter today has already spiraled out of proportion. This isn't going to end well!"

"Yeah, the Holmes are very powerful now. Since the Waltons left DC, a position among the eight top families of DC has opened up, and the competition is fierce. I heard that the Holmes are likely to take over this position!"

"Wow! It seems that the Holmes are really impressive. They're definitely not people we can afford to offend! It looks like that young man and his family are doomed! Ah, speaking of which, they've really encountered a disaster today. They were living well before, but now…"

"Shh! Keep your volume down! Are you tired of living? If the Holmes' helmsman hears you, we'll be in trouble too!"

…

After Norman appeared in the leisure square, the surrounding crowd burst into discussion.

But their voices were extremely soft, for fear that Norman and the Holmes would hear them.

Seeing that their greatest backer had arrived, Luther and his wife instantly felt confident and weren't worried anymore.

Luther's wife even mocked Lucas. "Bumpkin, weren't you very smug just now? Since you had the guts to hit my bodyguards and get your people to smash my car, I'll see how you can continue being arrogant now that the helmsman of the Holmes is here!"

Luther mocked too, "Hah, you're just a nobody. In front of my father, you're nothing! My father is the helmsman of the Holmes. With a single command of his, a small fry like you will die!"

Lucas looked at the few people in front of him playfully and suddenly smiled. "Oh? Is that so? Is Mr. Holmes really here to confront me? I think your father is here to teach you, his unfilial son, a lesson."

Luther snapped, "Damn it! You bastard, who are you calling unfilial? When my father sees how arrogant you are, you'll die miserably!"

Lucas couldn't be bothered to talk with him at all. He merely glanced at Norman, who was walking over with a mirthless smile.

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