A fleet of luxury supercars, unattainable for ordinary people in their entire lives, was just being hauled away like that.
The key point was that the privileged owners of these cars stood by watching, with no reaction whatsoever.
"Let's go eat."
Shi Qianxi seemed entirely unperturbed. She waited until the last supercar was lifted off the ground before speaking with a smile.
Even the SF90 couldn't escape its fate; it ended up on the tow truck just the same, doomed to disaster.
"I'll go speak with my friends."
Shi Qianxi nodded.
Li Shuru turned and walked in the direction of Xu Siyi and the others.
"You guys should head back first."
The food delivery guy, Brother Xiao, was utterly dumbstruck, his worldview likely shattered beyond repair; even Qu Jing, who knew Li Shuru, was visibly shaken.
A group of wealthy heirs banded together—just how immense was their collective influence?
