Jero asked in surprise, "Why do you think it’s a trap? Is it really a trap? Are you sure?"
The man said impatiently, "If you don’t believe it, have the lead car drive back again."
Jero obeyed and instructed the lead car to continue toward the destination.
A few seconds later, "Boom——" a massive explosion echoed, and the lead car imdiately exploded into two parts, igniting in fierce flas.
As the blaze spread, the roadway beyond that position also erupted in explosions.
The "Boom boom boom" of the explosions left Jero stunned, feeling the entire ground tremble as if the car’s unbeatable suspension could still sense the intense vibrations.
Several seconds passed before Jero regained his composure, making a cross on his chest: "Jesus bless..."
They had narrowly escaped disaster!
...
Damian Knight, watching the exploded lead car from the mid-hill villa, coldly squinted his eyes, "He found out."
Ryder Quinn ruffled his hair in frustration, "Did that guy bring a mine detector? He actually discovered our setup and deliberately sacrificed a car to show us!"
The next second, Isaac Ross’s voice ca through the microphone, "What do we do? Damian. Should we chase them?"
"No need," Damian Knight looked at the departing convoy and said coldly, "We can’t catch up."
Since the other side had already noticed and was now on their turf, tracking them would be futile.
Even if they caught up, the odds of winning would drop to fifty percent.
Instead of taking that risk, it’s better to let it go.
He’s not the sa as that guy, who would recklessly risk his own n’s lives.
Just as Ryder Quinn was about to curse, hurried footsteps sounded from the stairs.
The two instinctively looked over and saw a chubby sales manager running over, panting heavily.
"Oh my! Oh my! Sothing big happened! A car self-ignited and exploded up ahead! Were you two startled?"
He was really worried about disturbing these esteed guests, as scoring this deal would earn him quite a commission.
Ryder Quinn had just thought it was the opposition feinting and sneaking up when he felt both relieved and sighed deeply.
He couldn’t be bothered to continue acting with the sales manager and directly said, "I’m going to find Isaac and the others. At least one car exploded; I’m going to see if I can find anything."
After speaking, he bypassed the sales manager and headed straight for the stairs.
The sales manager listened, looking utterly confused.
Did they know about the explosion? Or... were they the ones who caused it?
The sales manager instantly felt a chill down his spine, as if an icy wind was blowing through.
Just as the sales manager was hesitating whether to call the police, Damian Knight spoke up.
"I’m quite satisfied with this house, I’ll take it, where’s the contract?"
With one sentence from Damian Knight, the sales manager imdiately cast aside his nervousness and fear.
Who cares who caused the explosion, as long as it didn’t harm him, selling the house is what matters!
A mansion is different from an ordinary building; selling one depends entirely on luck!
He thought of a Cathaysian saying: "Seeking him through thousands of ways, yet he suddenly appears in the dim light."
His destined client was not far off but right in front of him!
Without caring about the explosion anymore, the sales manager hurriedly fished out a contract from his briefcase—if it were a regular house purchase, sales managers wouldn’t carry contracts with them, but mansions are different; the whims of the wealthy are unpredictable, they could decide to buy any second.
See? It’s good I brought it!
The sales manager excitedly took out the contract and pen, ready for Damian Knight’s signature.
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