Chapter 495 Courtesy
Watching the Rolls-Royce speed away in a blaze of sparks and lightning, the man had been kicked clear across the street. Nearly a thousand people in line suddenly froze. Sure, he was parked illegally, but this punishment was way too harsh!
"That guy who tried to cut in line just now, he's a cyborg!" someone exclaimed, their voice trembling.
"Good thing he's got a good temper!" another voice chimed in, breaking the silence.
A few people broke out in a cold sweat. If Elbert had kept trying to cut in line, there would have been a fight!
In the distance, Aaron and Ronan were equally shocked. So Elbert is a cyborg! No wonder he always had that rebellious streak. But ever since the Punisher went on a rampage, all cyborg projects around the world had been put on hold. Now, cyborgs were rare.
Aaron narrowed his eyes. Elbert always manages to surprise me. He's quite the enigma. But since he's a cyborg, it should be easy to dig up his background. Nowadays, all cyborgs are documented by various countries; no one can hide.
Aaron made a decision. He would thoroughly investigate Elbert. If his background was dirty, he wouldn't be allowed near Melissa again.
At that moment, a young man with blonde hair, riding a hoverboard, slowly approached the roadside. Seeing the wreckage of his car, he frowned.
At the same time, several Mercedes SUVs screeched to a halt by the roadside, and seven or eight bodyguards in black suits stepped out. These bodyguards were burly and imposing. Elbert could sense that they were low-level cyborgs, no higher than A5.
The bodyguards surrounded Elbert and his companion, ready to get rough. But the blonde youth, standing on his hoverboard, exuded a noble aura. He waved his hand, and the bodyguards stepped back behind him.
The blonde youth spoke in perfect Veridiania, "Always be polite, no need for violence."
Then he looked up at Elbert. The scene was surreal. The blonde youth, dressed in a white suit with striking good looks, stood on a floating disc, with a group of fierce bodyguards behind him. He looked at the father and son duo with great interest.
Elbert remained calm. Dennis, on the other hand, was frowning, trying to think of his next excuse.
"I'm a polite person," the blonde youth repeated. He pulled out an ultra-thin tablet from his pocket, glanced at his wrecked Rolls-Royce, and tapped on the screen.
After a moment, he looked up and said, "My Rolls-Royce was originally worth $2 million. With my modifications, it's now worth $10 million. The tires are consumables, I won't count those, but the wrecked door, you owe me $100,000."
"I admit my fault. According to Veridiania's rules, the fine for illegal parking is $100. After deducting that, you owe me $99,900."
The blonde youth smiled slightly, "Otherwise, you can't leave."
Dennis was stunned. "Violent Bear, we've really run into a reasonable one this time, this is tricky!"
In the distance, Aaron saw this and sighed heavily.
Aaron walked forward slowly, his guards emerging from the shadows to stand behind him, facing off against the blonde youth. But Aaron's guards were no ordinary people; their presence instantly overwhelmed the other bodyguards.
Aaron chuckled, "My foreign friend, this young man here is a bit hot-headed and caused some trouble. I apologize on his behalf."
The blonde youth, seeing the imposing old man, was slightly taken aback. He raised his tablet, aiming it at Aaron, ready to take a photo.
Click! He pressed the shutter.
One of Aaron's bodyguards quickly stepped in front of him, his voice cold, "What do you think you're doing? You can't just take photos!"
The blonde youth chuckled, looking down at the photo on his tablet, which captured the face of the bodyguard in a black suit. He couldn't resist running a search. But when he saw the results, he was suddenly shocked.
'Toby Fisher, former Night Aegis Captain of Veridiania, Captain Allen rank! Served for 12 years, awarded the Veridiania Guardian Honor! Since 2008, information classified, no further details!'
The blonde youth was knowledgeable. He knew exactly what 'information classified, no further details' meant. A soldier with such honors could never be a commercial bodyguard. In simple terms, the kind old man in front of him was no ordinary person.
"Elbert, pay the man," Aaron said with a slight smile, glancing at Elbert, then shaking his head. "Never mind, Ronan, you pay him."
Ronan didn't hesitate for a second, reaching into his pocket for a card.
"Sir, that's not necessary," the blonde youth said with a slight smile. "It was my people who were unreasonable first."
He slowly stepped off the hoverboard, walked up to Dennis, and crouched down. "I'm sorry, I apologize."
He pulled out a ticket from his pocket. "I heard you were interested in technology? I'll give you a ticket, take some time to see what real technology looks like! I'm the reigning champion of this competition, you know!"
The blonde youth placed the ticket in Dennis's hand and turned to leave. "Oh, by the way, my hover technology doesn't use airflow suspension, but particle beam suspension! But you wouldn't understand, go home and study!"
At that moment, a butler-like figure came running up, out of breath. He said to the blonde youth, "Mr. Moore, our car..."
The blonde youth smiled faintly, "It's fine, the other party was just a bit reckless, it's just a car, let it go."
The butler glanced at Elbert with some reluctance. Then he said to the blonde youth, "Young master, I just secured a spot at the TO restaurant."
The blonde youth shook his head slightly, "No need for that either. I've already seen enough. They're just industrial-grade robots with a basic intelligent algorithm."
The blonde youth sighed slightly, "The outside world exaggerates, this TO is no match for my Intelligent Life!"
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