<h1>The Encounter with Chief Caesar</h1>


    The Four Great Guardians were prominent figures in Aurous Hill, with Caesar standing out as the most renowned among them.


    In the underworld, he was known by the fearsome title of Chief Caesar.


    Jeff found himself unexpectedly facing Caesar’s Phaeton while trying to dodge a Porsche Cayenne.


    In hindsight, he regretted his choices immensely. Had he known it would lead to this moment, he would have preferred to crash into the Porsche instead!


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    Indeed, Charlie was the mastermind behind this predicament! That scoundrel had deceived him! Jeff suspected that Charlie’s BMW 520 must have been modified, as it performed surprisingly well.


    If it weren’t for Charlie’s scheming, he would never have made such a reckless decision!


    As these thoughts raced through his mind, Jeff felt a surge of hatred towards Charlie.


    Caesar, noticing Jeff’s pale and trembling demeanor, let out a snort andmanded, “Hey, show me your driver’s license and ID!”


    Jeff nodded vigorously, hurriedly moving to his car to retrieve the necessary documents, which he then handed to Caesar with utmost respect. Caesar took a quick nce at the cards before pocketing them.


    Turning back to Jeff, he said coldly, “So, Jeff Mowry, is it? After all my years in the underworld, I really don’t want to deal with such messy situations. I’ve had this car for less than a month, and now it’s a wreck. No matter how you fix it, it’s no longer the pristine vehicle I owned.”<fnba15> For more chapters visit find[?]ovel</fnba15>


    With a frustrated huff, Caesar continued, “Here’s a straightforward solution for you. From now on, this car belongs to you.”


    Jeff blinked in bewilderment.


    What did he mean? Why was he offering him the Phaeton? The situation made no sense.


    Caesar narrowed his eyes and exined, “My solution is simple: you get me a new car with the same specifications, and I’ll drop this case. Consider yourself lucky that I’m in a good mood today. Otherwise, for what you just did, you might be saying goodbye to your legs!”


    Feeling a wave of despair wash over him, Jeff copsed to the ground.


    A new car like that could easily cost over 2 million dors! Where was he supposed toe up with that kind of money?


    Moreover, what was the point of taking the Phaeton? The repairs alone would run into the hundreds of thousands, not to mention the loss of resale value afterward. He was facing a financial disaster just to clean up this mess!


    And this was excluding the damages to his own car!


    His auto insurance would only cover up to half a million dors, but the total estimated losses were likely to surpass one million.


    On the brink of a breakdown, Jeff remembered that he had bought his Mercedes on a loan, with monthly payments of ten thousand over three years.


    He had depleted his savings for the down payment, and with a monthly sry of just twenty grand, how could he possibly manage such a massive expense?


    Overwhelmed by his circumstances, Jeff began to sob, pleading, “Brother Caesar, I take full responsibility for this situation! But I trulyck the funds topensate you for such an expensive car!”


    “I don’t care!” Caesar snapped angrily. “You crashed into my car, and you must provide adequatepensation. You im you have no money? Find a way! I’ll give you one week, at most! If I don’t see my new Phaeton within that time frame, I’ll have someone take care of you.”


    With a fierce re, Caesar added, “I have business to attend to. This car is now yours. You have one week to resolve this issue. If you can’t, I’ll deal with you. And if you dare to run, I’ll kill you!”