Chapter 4: Vintage Cars

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The onlookers, witnessing Hendrix's imposing and fierce demeanor, were astonished by the drastic change he had undergone in such a short time. However, none dared to provoke him, choosing to disperse quietly. Hendrix, who had been seen as a failure for so many years, suddenly erupted, trampling Walter and slapping Wallace. It would cause an uproar in Vela City. Wallace, realizing no one was left by his side, grew even more fearful. Taking hesitant steps forward, he muttered weakly, "Theodore, we're pals, right? You... you get along well with Hendrix. Could you stop him from hitting me again?" No matter how tough Wallace acted, deep down, he was just a bully who feared the strong. When it came to himself being beaten, how could he not be afraid? He knew who to turn to. He realized that if anyone could save him now, it would have to be Theodore. Hendrix gave him a dismissive glance and chuckled, "You don't need to plead with Theodore. No one can stop me if I decide to hit you, no matter who you ask! Come here!" With that, he lifted his leg, moving his foot off Walter's chest, and said to the slowly approaching Wallace, "Help him up and get lost!" "Walter, I know you're unconvinced, but I don't care. Come for revenge if you have the guts. I'll be waiting. I'm not looking for trouble, but won't let anyone push me around. Do you understand?" Hendrix saw the humiliation and fury blazing in Walter's eyes, but didn't care. He didn't think these small fries were worth his time. Walter's face was filled with hatred. He knew he was no match for Hendrix, so he didn't argue back against Hendrix's arrogant words. Instead, he quietly plotted his revenge. Seeing Walter remain silent, Hendrix said calmly, "I warn you, this is just a minor punishment. I advise you never to test my limits again, or it won't end so easily next time!" With that, Hendrix didn't give Walter a second look and turned to leave. Theodore snapped out of his shock and hurried to catch up. Once Hendrix left, the scene fell into an oppressive silence. No one spoke or moved, and the tension was palpable. After a while, Everett awkwardly glanced at the badly beaten Walter and Wallace, asking, "Walter, Wallace, are you guys alright?" Wallace spat, not knowing whether he was trying to rid his mouth of lingering blood or expressing disdain for Everett's cowardice, and walked away without a word. Walter snorted through his nose as a response to Everett, got in his car, and left. ... Back at the villa, Hendrix went to the bathroom to clean up, leaving Theodore in the living room, stunned by the transformation he had witnessed. Having followed Hendrix for over a decade, Theodore thought he knew him well, but the earlier scene completely overturned his understanding of Hendrix. Could this be the same person he once knew? But given how Walter was, he definitely wouldn't let this slide. Even though Hendrix was the Lane family's eldest son and Theodore's cousin, it was a shame. Hendrix had to die. Only if Hendrix were out of the way could Theodore inherit the Lane family and win over Linda. It wasn't just Walter and Briar who coveted Linda. Theodore was no different. His ties with Hendrix gave him more chances to be around Linda, which became an obsessive desire to have her. Yet, Hendrix's change had made him wary. After glancing at the bathroom, Theodore stepped outside to make a phone call. ... After showering, Hendrix returned to his room and began practicing the Ninefold Heavenly Mantra. As he practiced, he was startled to sense the faint stirring of the surrounding spiritual energy. Hendrix felt a thrill of joy. It had been seven days since he arrived in this world, and he could finally gather spiritual energy. As he continued to practice, the fluctuating spiritual energy around him began to converge slowly, seeping into his body and moving toward his energy center. The streams of spiritual energy entering his energy center were like rain after a long drought. Hendrix's energy center greedily absorbed the energy, distributing it to every corner of his body, nurturing and healing his fractured meridians and every inch of his skin. When Hendrix opened his eyes, dawn broke—a day had passed. Hendrix exhaled a long breath, feeling refreshed, and stood up, his bones cracking with satisfaction. As he examined his internal state, he realized that in just one day, he had successfully gathered energy and entered the first layer's early stage. The speed amazed him. Even in his past life, he hadn't reached the first layer this quickly. "It seems this body is still useful," Hendrix mused. Although this body was weak, it came from a wealthy family and had consumed numerous tonics. These nutrients had been dormant within Hendrix, activated through the practice of the Ninefold Heavenly Mantra. The mantra might have reached the second layer if this body weren't so frail. After the accident, Hendrix's car was wrecked, leaving him without a means of transportation. So he decided to buy a vintage car he'd always dreamed of. Although twenty-first-century vehicles were polluting and slow, Hendrix was fond of them. At the car dealership, his eyes were drawn to the sleek lines, superior speed, and handling of the luxury sports cars. "In my time, these could sell for billions." Hendrix thought to himself as he admired the sports cars he considered antique. A salesperson noticed Hendrix's impressive demeanor and the high-end cars he was eyeing, thinking a big sale was at hand. He hurried over and said, "Sir, this is the latest Porsche 911, with a maximum power of 480 horsepower, accelerating from 0 to 100 km/h in just 3.7 seconds, and a top speed of 310 km/h. It's perfect for a young and successful gentleman like yourself." Hendrix responded nonchalantly to the sales pitch, turning to look at the Ferrari behind him. Seeing Hendrix's confident demeanor, the salesperson didn't dare disturb him further. He thought about the hefty commission he would earn from selling a car worth hundreds of thousands. "Once this deal is done, I'll take a vacation and travel. I'll bring Nana for a perfect couple's getaway." While daydreaming about the future, the salesperson suddenly heard Hendrix's voice. "I'll take this one." "Certainly, sir, right away!" The thought of earning tens of thousands excited the salesperson, who rushed to Hendrix. However, his face fell when he saw the car Hendrix pointed to. "Sir, you want to buy this car?" Staring at the Chery compact car before him, the salesperson felt like he had plummeted from heaven to earth. "That's right!" Hendrix replied earnestly to the salesperson's question. "I think this car suits me best." "Alright, I'll handle the paperwork for you," The salesperson replied, disappointedly, dragging his feet to process the purchase. As he walked away, unable to contain his frustration, he muttered, "This cheapskate, if he can't afford a nice car, he shouldn't have bothered. What a waste of excitement!" The salesperson's voice was low, but Hendrix's senses were far keener than average. He heard everything. Unfazed, he merely shrugged at the complaint. For Hendrix, buying a million-dollar sports car was no biggie. He was pretty fond of these modern yet outdated vehicles. However, his goal wasn't to buy a mode of transport. He was after understated luxury with depth. Once the car was purchased, he planned to customize it.

Chapter 4: Vintage Cars

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