Master?

Yang Ming walked to the back of the Mercedes-Benz, then he let the air out from the right rear tire. He had often done this type of thing back when he was still a gangster, so it was easy for him to carry out.

Then, he took a piece of waste paper from the dustbin and inserted it between the metal frame of the back of the Mercedes-Benz covering up the last two number 8s. Only then did he swiftly move toward the other direction and leave this place.