Chapter 87

Christian couldn’t control his emotions. That old motorcycle wasn’t just a means of transportation to him; it was like a part of his soul. He had gone through all sorts of situations with the motorcycle, most of which were bitter, creating an emotional bond with it.

Therefore, he was furious when he found his motorcycle in such a wrecked state, and the person who should have been looking after it was acting foolish.

“Wes... what’s going on here? Playing rough, are we?” asked the parking attendant, raising both of his hands.

Without saying much, Christian slammed the man with a single move.

Thud!

The parking attendant hit the asphalt with his back, leaving him struggling to breathe.

“You’re responsible for the parking area. It’s impossible for you not to know what happened. So, now you better tell me who damaged my bike. Or else, I will beat it out of you!” Christian yelled with a restrained voice.

Yve pulled Christian’s arm, trying to calm him down.

“Christian, calm down, don’t resort