"Steel bars? I don't know. But I can confirm one thing. It's bulletproof. Oh, and I think you should know the name of the car you've been smashing. It's called a Phantom S9. And no, it’s not any cheaper than your Rolls-Royce."
After hearing my words, Malcolm still acted unimpressed, his face full of disdain.
"Don’t give me that nonsense. It’s just some lousy domestic car. I don't believe it could be worth that much!"
At that moment, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Look over there!"
Hearing this, the crowd immediately turned their heads.
A convoy of military vehicles, with over ten pickups bearing military license plates, drove toward us in a grand procession.
Malcolm immediately put down the iron rod in his hand and greeted them with a smile. "Welcome, leaders! You should’ve let me know in advance so I could make preparations."
At that moment, a tall and handsome officer walked up slowly.
"Hurry up and arrange a private room. Our leaders need to hold a meeting here."
Seeing this, everyone immediately stood still, hands behind their backs, behaving as obedient as elementary school students.
However, I stood motionless in place, not moving an inch.