It was a disturbing sight: William’s blood was sttered all over his trousers!


    Furious and annoyed, Caesar kicked him away and shouted, “Hey, stop it, damn it! Are you out of your mind? Do you actually want to die? When did my car be yours?!”


    William, believing that Caesar was yet another creditor of Jeff’s trying to seize the car, lunged forward once more, gripping Caesar’s leg and shouting, “No! This car is mine! It’s mine! You can’t take it away!”


    Caesar was now beyond agitated. He seized William by the cor, pped him several times, and cursed, “Are you insane? Can’t you see that I have the key? When did my car be yours?”


    William cried out in despair, “No! This is Jeff’s car! He owes me six hundred thousand dors, and I intend to settle my debt with this vehicle. You can’t just drive it away! I’ll be finished if you do!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    “You idiot!” Caesar punched him in the face again and yelled, “You’repletely out of your mind! Listen, this is my car! That stupid Jeff rear-ended my vehicle! I gave him the car to fix it, but now that he’s dead, I’m reiming my car! It’s MINE! If you utter another word of nonsense, I swear I’ll kill you right here!”


    “No, this can’t be happening! It’s impossible!” William protested. “Jeff had two cars: a Merc and a Phaeton. He crashed the Merc and was driving the Phaeton. He still owes me money! Now that he’s gone, I need to repay my debt with this car! If you don’t give it to me, just kill me now! I can’t go on living like this!”


    Caesar was also on the brink of breaking down.


    He never anticipated that this guy would be so stubborn and refuse to give up. Even after being beaten to such a state, he still clung to Caesar’s leg.


    But killing him in broad daylight was not an option. Hecked the power and influence to cover up the incident.


    All he wanted was to get rid of this insane man, so he picked up William and carried him to the back of the Phaeton like a child. He pointed to the heavily damaged rear and said coldly, “Open your eyes and look! See this? It’s badly dented, isn’t it? Why? Because that idiot Jeff Mowry rear-ended my Phaeton with his Merc yesterday! Do you believe me now?”


    William’s face was a bloody mess, yet he stubbornly shook his head and said, “No! I don’t believe you! No! This car belongs to Jeff! I need it to clear my debt! You can’t take it away!”


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    What could he do? He couldn’t actually kill him, could he?


    No matter how much he beat or kicked him, William wouldn’t let go! He clung to him like an unyielding ko! This couldn’t continue!


    He signaled to one of his men, saying, “Hey, Woody, grab the Phaeton’s ownership certificate from the Audi’s glovebox! Hurry up!”


    Woody quickly fetched the certificate and handed it over to Caesar.


    Caesar opened the document, handed it to William, and pointed to the license te number, saying, “Buddy, see this? Look closely. Is this license te number the same as the one on the Phaeton?”


    The ownership certificate acts like an ID for a car, containing all pertinent information including the license te number, frame number, engine number, registration details, and the owner’s name.


    William squinted at the details in desperation. Just one look and he felt as though he had plunged into a bottomless pit of ice!


    Not only did the license te number on the certificate match the Phaeton’s exactly, but the owner’s name listed was Caesar Hilton, not Jeff Mowry!<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>