Is this car yours

Hearing the system's impressive response, Su Yang couldn't find words to describe his emotions at that moment.

All he wanted now was to rush back to the underground garage and admire his two top-tier luxury cars.

—Love you!! Gotta go for now!

After finishing his conversation with the system, Su Yang floored the accelerator, and the Aston Martin roared forward, speeding toward home.

On the way, Su Yang muttered to himself, "The rewards from these missions are way better than just enjoying life normally!"

"One mission drops so many top-tier items—I should definitely get the system to assign me more tasks. The value is just insane!"

Nearly half an hour later, Su Yang drove back to the underground garage of Senhai Manor.

From a distance, he spotted several people gathered around his parking space, discussing something.

"Huh? What's going on?"

As he spoke, his car pulled up beside the parking spot.

Five people were taking photos with their phones, all focused on a red Ferrari supercar—the F80 Su Yang had just acquired.

Seeing this, Su Yang chuckled and stepped out of his car, walking toward them.

"What are you all looking at?"

The group consisted of five people in their twenties or thirties—four men and one woman—each dressed in the refined style of the upper class.

When they noticed Su Yang stepping out of an Aston Martin 707, one of them, a guy with permed hair, greeted him politely, "Are you a resident here?"

Su Yang nodded. "Yeah, what's up?"

"Hey, come check out this car," the guy said with a grin, stepping aside to let Su Yang see.

A few meters to the right, parked in two adjacent spots, were a Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge and a stunning red Ferrari F80.

"Holy crap!" Su Yang walked over and admired the two cars. "Damn, that's sick!"

"Right? Haha, the Cullinan is cool, but this Ferrari is on another level."

"How so?" Su Yang teased.

The permed-hair guy cleared his throat and began, "Everyone knows about the LaFerrari, right? Well, this is its successor—the new king of Ferraris! Only 799 units worldwide, and just three allocated to China."

"So!!" He paused dramatically, looking at the others.

"A car with only three units in all of China is parked right here in Senhai Manor’s garage! Who the hell is this legendary owner? It’s mind-blowing! I nearly fainted when I saw it!"

Su Yang smirked. "Why are you so excited if it’s not yours?"

"Even if it’s not mine, a legendary machine like this just sitting here—how could any car enthusiast not lose their mind? Am I right?" He glanced at the other four for support.

Their eyes gleamed with excitement as they nodded in agreement.

Though living in Senhai Manor meant they were well-off by Haicheng standards, most residents here probably had net worths around 30-40 million yuan—successful, sure, but barely crossing the threshold of true wealth in cities like Shanghai or Beijing.

The gap between them and the ultra-rich was still vast.

And even among the wealthy, a car like the F80 wasn’t something money alone could buy. The fact that China only got three units said it all.

The four continued snapping photos, completely ignoring the Cullinan nearby.

Once they were done, Su Yang pulled out his key fob and grinned. "Finished?"

"Yeah, go ahead and take yours."

"What would I be taking? I’m getting in for a real feel."

"Wait, what?" The permed-hair guy stared at Su Yang in disbelief.

"I said I’m getting in."

The guy’s shock turned to confusion as he looked between Su Yang and the car. "You’re getting in?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"Uh, first of all, we don’t even know who owns this. Second, even if you know the owner, they wouldn’t just let you sit in it. And how are you getting in right now?"

Su Yang smirked, dangled the key in front of him, and pressed the unlock button. The F80’s lights flashed instantly.

That flash nearly blinded the four onlookers.

Then, they watched as Su Yang walked to the driver’s side, opened the scissor door, and casually slid into the seat.

"Holy mother of—?!"

"This is YOUR car?!"

After closing the door, Su Yang rolled down the window and said calmly, "Yep."

"I—"

"You—"

Two seconds of stunned silence later, all five rushed to the car, buzzing with excitement.

"Bro!! Who even are you? How do you own this? This has to be the first F80 in China, right?!"

Su Yang nodded. "Probably."

"No way!! Dude, can I get your WeChat?"

"Hey, handsome, what do you do for work? Maybe we can connect?"

They crowded around the door, frantically pulling out their phones to add Su Yang.

Especially the lone woman in the group—a long-haired beauty in a bodycon skirt—who was now looking at Su Yang like he was made of gold.

Su Yang chuckled. "You all live here?"

"Yeah, yeah! We were just heading back when we saw this. My car’s over there!" The permed-hair guy pointed at a black Cayenne.

"Mine’s a Range Rover!"

"I drive a Maserati Quattroporte!! And I’ve got a G63 too!"

Suddenly, they all started flexing their own rides, trying to impress Su Yang.

He sighed. "What you drive has nothing to do with me. Alright, time to go."

"Wait, bro, just add us! Who knows, maybe we can work together on something!"

Su Yang shook his head. "My job is basically having fun. No business here."

"Damn, I love fun too! We’d get along great!"

"Handsome, I own a few high-end spas in Haicheng. I’ll hook you up with a lifetime VIP pass—unlimited access!"

Under their relentless bombardment, Su Yang reluctantly added each of them on WeChat.

"Happy now?"

"Thanks, man! What’s your name?"

"Su Yang."

"Mr. Su, I’m Chen Hao."

"Mr. Su, Zhang Ziyi."

"Yang Xiaoling..."

They introduced themselves one by one.

"Alright, go do your thing."

"Sure, sure! Mr. Su, we won’t bother you anymore. Hit us up on WeChat sometime!"

"Yeah, yeah." Su Yang stepped out of the car, exasperated.

As the four guys walked away...

The long-haired woman in the sexy bodycon dress, named Yang Xiaoling, flashed Su Yang a coquettish smile. "President Su, I’ll be heading out too. Feel free to reach out anytime..."

Su Yang smirked and nodded. "Sure, sure. Take care."

Once everyone had left, he finally let out a relieved sigh. "So exhausting."

Still, Su Yang paid no mind to Yang Xiaoling’s obvious hints. Though she was decent-looking with a great figure, women of her caliber were still a bit too ordinary for him.

It’s not like he’d lose his composure over any moderately attractive woman—that’d just make him a rich loser with no class.

Shaking off the thought, Su Yang turned and walked over to the Rolls-Royce Cullinan, pulling out a second car key from his bag and pressing the unlock button.

He leaned in, gently opening the door to inspect the interior.

After a moment, he gave an approving nod. "Not bad. Plenty of space—finally got myself a proper full-size luxury executive SUV."

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