Remington strode over, cursing loudly.
Tristan frowned, as he had parked in the designated spot.
Having lost even his most confident race, Remington couldn't suppress his rage. The fury diluted his fear of Tristan, and he shouted, "Can't you park? Didn't you know that you couldn't park there? Pay up! My car is wrecked, and it'll cost at least 600 thousand to fix!"
Tristan glanced at Remington and asked quietly, "What do you mean?"
Remington was startled by Tristan's gaze but quickly gathered courage, "What do you mean, 'What do I mean?' You parked in the wrong place! What, not going to pay and planning to beat me up instead? You want to fight me here? Give it a try!"
Remington was full of confidence.
This was the Constantine family's territory, the whole of Antioch!
No! The entire West Province—nobody dared to cause trouble on the Constantine family's turf!
Half of Remington's confidence came from the Constantine family!