A deal with the devil

Chapter 132

The man who had snatched Tomas‘ phone pointed at the race cars parked in the training lot and shouted furiously. Several men immediately grabbed their iron rods and charged at the cars without pause.

At that moment, a few more men entered from outside, adding to the chaos. A dozen men surged forward, raising their weapons and smashing the cars with all their strength. Each strike was more brutal than the last.

“Stop it! Please, I beg you, stop!”

Tomas limped after them, desperately trying to stop the destruction, but one of the men licked him hard, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Watching his last hope being destroyed piece by piece, Tomas‘ heart sank into despair. His body trembled violently as he whispered through clenched teeth, “It’s all gone..everything is gone.”

In front of him, over twenty race cars had been reduced to wreckage. Among them were two commercial sponsor cars that Sabrina had not yet picked up. Together, those two cars alone were worth millions

The Turbo Impact Racing Team had been completely destroyed.

The attackers marched through the grounds and smashed everything in their path. Several staff members outside had tried to intervene but ended up injured.

Fortunately, the attackers focused on the race cars, not the people. The staff members escaped with only minor cuts and bruises.

been smashed, and the internet and phone lines had

destroying the cars, the man in charge threw the phone back at the fallen

of junk you’re sitting on prime land, but what use is it? All you’ve produced is

of men strutted out of the Turbo Impact Racing Team’s grounds, leaving

with pain as he took in the sight of the wrecked race cars. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees, pounding the ground with his fists in

been too excited to sleep. They had arrived early that morning, eagerly waiting for

Turbo impact for years, could not hold back their tears. They covered their mouths and wept. They had poured

call the police, but he placed a hand over theirs

was Richard Hart, the

with a reputation that nearly rivaled the Juggernaut

when Elderstone was still

Turbo Impact Racing Team had been established long before the juggemaut Racing

once a barren and inexpensive expanse had transformed into a prime location of Turbo Impact, with the prestigious Westzone Racetrack in front and the Tristan Circuit behind. Nowhere else in the entire city of Elderstone could one find a place larger in size or

had coveted this land for a long time, but Tomas had

had even sent people to threaten him before. Today’s attack was yet another attempt to seize the

staff member clenched his fists, his voice trembling