Chapter 110

"Looks Giles Smith."

"Giles Smith? The licking dog? Sidney dares to provoke him?!"

Giles Smith also came to, lost blood, and shivered because he recognized it. Sidney owned the front BMW.

Complete!

Giles Smith was heartless.

God let him smash Sidney's car—why? He died!

He couldn't image how Sidney would react.

He apologized. He knew he couldn't do it. He wouldn't get in trouble if he grabbed Reuben Jones' hand and opened it.

Reuben Jones saw this. He had black Joneses. He was very loud. One step struck a BMW. There's no 180,000 here. It's broken.

Reuben Jones sighed and asked how he drove and why he stepped on the throttle so hard.

Smith wept. Flustered and perplexed, he answered, "I can't be blamed." Why is it so sensitive? I had to step hard on the car's light throttle to accelerate. "Go"

Reuben Jones observed, "The automobiles you drove earlier were all family cars." Small displacement, looser throttle. Your 3.0t Audi a7 accelerates from 100 km/h. What do you think?"