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.

all their phones had been smashed, and the internet and phone lines had been torn

the man in charge threw

good look at that pile of junk you’re sitting on prime land, but what use is it? All you’ve produced is garbage. You might as well give this place to someone who

the group of men strutted out of the Turbo Impact Racing Team’s grounds, leaving behind a trail of

stumbled inside, his face contorted with pain as he took in the sight of the wrecked race cars. His legs gave out, and he collapsed

that morning, eagerly waiting for Shirley to arrive. They had never imagined

members, many of whom had been with Turbo impact for years, could not hold back their tears. They covered their mouths and wept. They had poured their hearts and souls

up Tomas‘ phone and tried to call the police, but he placed a hand over theirs to stop them. “Don’t

was Richard Hart, the owner of Team

reputation that nearly rivaled the

when Elderstone

had been established long

prestigious Westzone Racetrack in front and the Tristan Circuit behind.

had coveted this land for a long time, but Tomas had turned him down

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

staff member clenched his fists, his voice trembling with