Face-Slapping System Chapter 256: Tired

Roland calmly replied, "I did not drive here."

He decided to spice it a little bit with a little lie.

"Hahaha!"

The crowd exploded.

"He did not drive here!"

"So he ca here walking and dared to judge a Terrari?"

"Brother Noah, this is too funny."

Noah laughed so hard his shoulders shook.

"You did not drive here? Then why are you acting like a big shot?"

For a mont, he thought that Roland was truly soone big. He said it with confidence after all.

Roland said, "Not driving here does not an I cannot afford a car."

Noah’s laughter stopped abruptly. His eyes beca sharp as he eyed Roland.

"Oh? Are you saying that you can afford a car?"

Roland rely smiled and did not answer.

Noah stepped closer. "What car? Tell us."

The crowd beca excited again.

"Yes, tell us!"

"What car do you own?"

"Maybe a toy car!"

"Maybe one of those plastic cars children ride."

Noah grinned, a surge of pride rose inside him as he heard his friends echoing his sentints.

"Co on. Say it. Since you look down on my Terrari, your car must be amazing, right?"

Roland looked at him for a few seconds and then simply said, "You will see soon."

The mont those words ca out, the air changed.

For so reason, Roland’s tone was too calm.

It did not sound like a bluff.

But Noah refused to believe it.

He looked at Roland’s ordinary appearance again and felt his confidence return.

Soon?

What could co soon?

A taxi?

A borrowed car?

A cheap sedan?

Noah smiled coldly. "Good. Let us wait then.."

The silver-haired man clapped his hands. "Everyone, don’t leave. This brother here said we will see his car soon."

One of them laughed. "This is getting interesting."

A person in the crowd whispered, "What if he really has sothing?"

His friend imdiately shook his head. "Impossible. Just look at him."

"True."

Noah leaned against his Terrari, acting relaxed.

"Since we are waiting, let ask you sothing." Noah looked at Roland. "Do you know what kind of people can buy this car?"

Roland said nothing.

Anyone who has a bit of money can buy that car.

To be honest, he was already getting tired hearing his constant pestering. If not for the fact that he was eyeing the face-slapping points he could earn from them, would he have even stayed here for a second more?

Heck, he could not wait for One and the others to arrive so that this could be over with.

Noah continued, "People with money. People with status. People with connections. Not ordinary people. Not people who walk around the mall with cheap clothes."

Roland glanced at his own clothes, ’Yeah, right!’

They were indeed ordinary.

But ordinary did not an poor.

Although this shirt he was wearing may seem ordinary, it was actually pretty expensive as well.

Unfortunately, to people like Noah, appearance was everything.

Noah raised his chin. "In this world, people are divided into levels. So people are born above. So people are born below. The problem is, people below often forget where they belong."

Roland’s eyes beca slightly colder.

The crowd also beca quieter.

Noah’s words were arrogant, but many did not dare refute him.

Because his car was there.

Because his friends were there.

Because his confidence was there.

Noah pointed at the ground in front of Roland.

"Stand there and apologize. Say that my Terrari is amazing. Say that you were blind. Then I might let this go."

Roland looked at the ground. Then he looked back at Noah.

"Apologize?"

"Yes." Noah smiled proudly. "Loudly."

The silver-haired man added, "And bow."

The girl with heavy makeup giggled. "Maybe take a picture too. It would be morable."

Roland suddenly smiled. The smile, though, was not warm and felt more like a cold grin.

"Are you sure?"

Noah frowned.

"What do you an?"

Roland said, "Once I apologize, this matter ends. But if I don’t, will you continue?"

Noah sneered. "Of course."

Roland nodded. "Good."

Good?

Noah felt sothing was wrong again. But before he could speak, the sound of an engine ca from the distance.

It was low, deep and powerful.

It was loud, but not like an ordinary modified car. Whatever its engine and exhaust was, it was definitely not sothing cheap.

As a car enthusiast, Noah himself clearly knew what that sound ant.

It was smooth, heavy, and terrifying, like a sleeping beast waking up.

So people turned their heads. At first, they did not care.

But when the car appeared at the entrance of the parking lot, everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief.

A brand-new blue luxury car slowly entered the driveway. It was slow and elegant. The sound of low hum echoed in everyone’s ears. The only sound as of this mont was the Ramborghini Sian’s growl.

Like a vicious beast eyeing its prey.

Its body reflected the afternoon sunlight like polished marble. The lines were sharp and elegant, not flashy like Noah’s Terrari, but far more imposing. The front grille alone looked like it belonged to a car used by presidents, billionaires, or people whose nas appeared in financial newspapers.

The crowd beca silent.

Even Noah unconsciously stood straight.

"What car is that?"

"I don’t know, but it looks expensive."

"Expensive? That looks more than expensive."

"Is that a brand-new model?"

"Wait... is that a Ramborghini Sian?"

Among all, it was actually Noah who recognized the luxury that pulled up.

"What?"

"I think it’s true. I saw it on the internet before. That car costs more than a million."

The mont the phrase "a million" was spoken, everyone’s expression changed.

A million?

One million?

That was more than double Noah’s Terrari.

Noah’s face stiffened.

The blue car slowly stopped in front of the crowd.

The door opened.

A woman wearing tight clothing stepped out of the vehicle. Her hair was neatly tied in a pony tail. Wearing a leather jacket, paired with a tight white shirt underneath.

She looked daring, and at the sa ti elegant.

Everyone watched her actions. The aura she emitted was the real deal.

She’s a big shot!

The crowd thought to themselves.

The woman scanned the ground, her eyes lit up upon noticing Roland.

Imdiately, her posture changed. She walked straight toward Roland and bowed slightly.

"I apologize for making you wait."