There were a Baojun and a Mercedes-Benz parked on the road in Delta Street.
The Baojun rear-ended the Mercedes-Benz. So they stopped on the side road with the hazard lights on.
A fierce-looking man with bull-like eyes and dozens of his men were surrounding Anthony and Grace.
"Pay me one million right now! I'll break this old hag's hands and legs if you're short on even one penny. I'm Draco Joseph, and I'm not someone to be messed with," he threatened aggressively.
"You're the one that suddenly braked in front of me. That's why I accidentally hit your car," Anthony protested.
"Also, what kind of cigarettes and alcohol do you guys have in that car? Don't you think it's unreasonable to ask for one million when the packaging doesn't even look good?"
As soon as he said that, his face was harshly slapped twice.
Draco pointed at him and cursed, "You stupid old hag. Do you know what kind of cigarettes and alcohol you ruined?"
"These are the special supplies for the South's military, and they're for the chiefs.”
"If you're tactful then pay for it. Otherwise, it's not good if we lose our cool."
When Grace saw that he hit her father, she rushed forward desperately to protect him.
Anger was evident on her beautiful face. "What are you doing! Are we supposed to believe that the goods are special supplies just because you say so?"
"I'm calling the police. We'll only talk after they verify it."
She fished out her phone to call the police.
But Draco snatched it from her hand and threw it on the ground, breaking it into pieces.
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