Chapter - 1056

It was very disgusting as William’s blood was smeared all over his trousers!

Annoyed and furious, Caesar kicked him away and shouted sternly, “Hey, stop it, fuck! Are you fucking crazy? Do you really want to die? When did my car become yours?! Fuck!”

William thought that Caesar was also one of Jeff’s creditors who was trying to take the car away as collateral, so he desperately rushed forward again, clinging to Caesar’s leg, and shouting, “No, this car is mine! It’s mine! You can’t take it!”

Caesar was extremely agitated by now. He grabbed William’s collar, slapped him multiple times, and cursed, “Are you Fucking crazy? Didn’t you see that I have the key? When did my car become yours?”

William wailed loudly, “No! This is Jeff’s car! He owes me six hundred thousand dollars and I want to repay my debt with this car. No, you can’t drive it away! I’ll be so dead if you do!”

“Motherfucker!” Caesar punched him on his face again and shouted, “You really are out of your fucking mind! Listen, this is my car! That fucking Jeff rear-ended my car! I gave him the car so that he could fix it, but now that he’s dead, I’m taking back my car! MINE! If you blurt any more bullshit, I’ll kill you right now!”

“No, it can’t be, it can’t be! This is impossible! Jeff has two cars, one being a Merc and the other a Phaeton. He crashed his Merc, so he drove the Phaeton. He still owes me money! Now that he’s dead, I need to repay the debt with this car! If you don’t give me the car, just kill me right now! I won’t live until tomorrow anyway!”

Caesar was very angry and confused by all of this..

He didn’t expect that this dude would be so stubborn that he wouldn’t admit defeat. He dared to hold his legs and not let go even after he had beaten him in such a miserable state. However, he couldn’t really kill him in broad daylight. He was not powerful and influential enough to cover his tracks and subside the matter if he did…

All he wanted to do right now was to get rid of this crazy man, so he carried William to the back of the Phaeton like he carried a chick, pointed to the tail end where it was crashed, and said coldly, “Open your fucking eyes and look! See this? It’s severely dented, isn’t it? Why? That’s because that idiotic Jeff Mowry rear-ended my poor Phaeton with his Merc yesterday! Believe me now?”

William’s face was bloody and messy, but he still shook his head stubbornly and said, “No, I don’t believe you! No! This car belongs to Jeff! I need it to repay my debt! You can’t drive it away!”

Caesar felt helpless for the first time. What should he do now? He couldn’t really kill him, could he? But no matter how he beat or kicked him, he didn’t let go! He hung on to him like a relentless koala! He couldn’t go on like this!

He gestured to his man and said, “Hey, Woody, take the Phaeton’s ownership certificate from the Audi’s glovebox! Hurry!”

The man hurriedly retrieved the certificate as he was told and handed it over to Caesar.

Caesar opened the certificate, handed it to William, pointed to the license plate number on it, and said, “Buddy, see this? Look clearly, is the license plate number the same as this Phaeton?”

The ownership certificate of a car was like an ID for a car. It recorded all the information of the car, including its license plate number, frame number, engine number, registration date and place, and its owner.

William squinted and looked at the details in desperation. Only one glance and he felt like he had fallen into a bottomless ice pit!

Not only was the license plate number on the certificate exactly the same as that of the Phaeton, but the owner’s name on the certificate was Caesar Hilton, not Jeff Mowry!