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.

lines had been torn

they finished destroying the cars, the man in charge threw the phone

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 knows

of the Turbo Impact Racing Team’s grounds, leaving behind a

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

had arrived early that morning, eagerly waiting for

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 into the team, only to see their hopes

placed a hand over theirs to stop them. “Don’t bother. I know who

Richard Hart, the owner of Team

well–known in Elderstone, with a reputation that nearly rivaled the Juggernaut

ago, when Elderstone was still underdeveloped, land

been established long before the juggemaut Racing Team. Th was cheap.

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

a long time, but Tomas had turned him down every

Today’s attack was yet another attempt to seize the

fists, his voice trembling with anger.