The Charismatic Charlie Wade

The blood on William’s face rubbed his entire trouser legs, very disgusting!
Caesar was so angry that he kicked him out again, and sternly said: “You kid do not want to face, right? Is it dead? Damn, when
did this car become yours? “
When William heard this, he thought that Caesar was also Jeff’s creditor, thinking that he was also here to grab the car, so he
desperately rushed up again, clinging to Caesar’s leg, and shouting: “This Phaeton is mine! This Phaeton is mine! You can’t
drive away!”
Caesar was furious, grabbed his collar, and kept pulling his face fiercely: “Is your brain sick? Didn’t you see my car key? When
will my car become your car? Up?”
William cried loudly: “No! This is Jeff’s car. Jeff owes me 620,000 Dollar. I want to use this car to repay the debt. You can’t drive it
away. You want me to drive it away. Life!”
Caesar punched him again and scolded: “You really have a fcking brain problem! I tell you, this car itself belongs to my, not the
kid Jeff. He hit my car. I threw the car to him and let him recover it. Now that Jeff is dead, I will naturally drive the car back. If you
f*cking dare to talk too much, be careful I will now Your life!”
William cried and said, “How is this possible? This is impossible. This car is obviously Jeff. Jeff has two cars, one is a Mercedes-
Benz and the other is a Phaeton. His Mercedes-Benz has crashed, so He drove the Phaeton now, and now that someone else is
dead and still owes me so much money, I must take this car to repay the debt! If you don’t give me this car, then you kill me, and
I Not alive!”
Caesar is also about to collapse.
He didn’t expect this kid to be an annoyance who couldn’t be killed. He had beaten him like this, and he even dared to hold his
leg and not let go.
But in broad daylight, I can’t really kill him, otherwise, even if I mix well, I can’t suppress such a big thing...
Thinking of this, he just wanted to get rid of the neurosis quickly, so he carried William to his Phaeton car like a chicken, pointed
at the entire rear of the Phaeton that was hit, and said coldly: “Come on, stay away. Your dog’s eyes can see clearly. Is there any
injury on the back of this car? Why is there an injury? It was that Jeff drove the Mercedes-Benz yesterday and rear-ended my
Phaeton. Now you should believe it?”

William’s face was bloody and bloody, but he still shook his head and said, “I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it! This car belongs to
Jeff! I want to use it to pay off debts, you can’t drive away!”
Caesar felt helpless for the first time.
What should we do now? Can’t you really kill him?
But if he hit him like this, he didn’t let go, just so entangled and consumed, this is not a way!
In desperation, he shouted to his little brother: “Doug, you take out the driving license of this Phaeton from the armrest box of the
Audi a6! Hurry up!”
The little brother hurriedly took out a certificate from the car and handed it over quickly.
Caesar opened the certificate, handed it to him, pointed to the license plate number on the driving book of the car, and said, “You
show me the license plate number, is it this Phaeton?”
The car license is the ID card of a car, which records all the information of the car, including its license plate number, frame
number, engine number registration date, registration place and its owner.
William narrowed his eyes and only glanced at it, and suddenly he felt as desperate as an ice cellar!
The license plate number on this driving permit is exactly the same as that of the Phaeton.
Moreover, the owner’s name written on this driving permit is called Caesar, not Jeff!