Xu Hao went downstairs with Anna and immediately noticed a large group of people surrounding his car.
They were holding iron rods, had tattoos on their bodies, wore the uniforms of security personnel, each one puffing on a cigarette, energetically discussing his car.
"Damn, Captain, we've struck gold this time, huh? This car's worth several hundred thousand, right?" a youngster in his twenties said, touching the car here and there, his mouth awash with amazement.
"You know nothing, kid, do you think the Captain would personally show up for a car worth just several hundred thousand? Several hundred thousand might just buy you one of this car's wheels! This car is worth at least several million!" an older youth scolded.
The leader cursed, "If you don't know, then shut up. This car is the latest model Aston Martin, worth tens of millions. Stop touching it haphazardly, you'll mess it up; if you do, I'll sell you guys to the yard, let you get screwed over all day!"