It turned out that Magnus won the game and many people present already guessed this result.
However, after seeing how good Magnus was at driving, the crowd was swarming and all thought the ticket worth its price.
âYou are also good at driving. How about being my disciple?â Magnus wore a smuggest smile and thought nobody would refuse his sincere invitation.
People were begging him to be his disciples and it was a great opportunity for Canaan.
âMaster, will you really let him be your disciple?â Raylee was anxious because he was afraid of that he would be the worst disciple at driving if Canaan agreed. He didnât want to be looked down upon by Canaan and tried to stop him from being Magnusâs disciple.
âSorry, I already have a master.â Canaan shook his head.
He accepted the result that he lose to Magnus calmly and thought he made the right choice of choosing Maximilian as his master after winning Raylee.
In his view, Maximilian was the true legend of driving and he naturally knew which one to choose between him and Magnus. Moreover, Raylee couldnât compete with him even he was Magnusâs disciple, therefore, he already knew Magnusâs ability.
After being refused by Canaan again, Magnus became angry, âIs your master more well-known than me?â
He was a driving legend that was popular among the country. Even the best driver couldnât compete with him.
Canaan didnât want to argue with him. However, Magnus thought his master must be weaker than him, and that was why Canaan remained silent.
âWell, youâre such a fool by losing this chance.â Raylee showed a sarcastic expression, more was delight.
It was a good thing that Canaan refused to be Magnusâs disciple, otherwise, he would lose his position as his masterâs favourite.
Canaan looked at the watch and thought his master should come at this time. Was he postponed by something? Therefore, he decided to call him to make sure.
Maximilian was in a dilemma. However, he smiled and felt released when seeing Canaanâs call.
âWhatâs wrong with you? Why donât you leave?â The young guard called a group of guards to surround Maximilian and tried to drive him away.
âMaster, why your side is so noisy?â
âWell, I am stopped by a group of guards in your club.â
âHow come? I will handle that.â
Canaan hurriedly hang up the phone after figuring out what happened and apologized, âMaster arrived.
I have to pick him up.â
Magnus curled up his lips and was despise of the master he called.
The owner of Lamborghini behind Maximilian became impatient. He opened the door and got off the car angrily, âWhatâs going on? Why are you still here?â
He didnât forget to kick on the light of Maximilianâs car and scolded him.
The young guard found the owner was angry. He immediately came to the driverâs seat, directly opened the door and tried to drag Maximilian off.
However, Maximilian remained still on the car with a smile, seeming to satirize him, which made the guard so unpleasant.
âFuck off, you pathetic poor thing, I have to see the competition.â
The owner of Lamborghini had a contempt of Maximilian after finding he was wearing cheap clothes and kept on kicking his car.
Maximilian looked at the young guard calmly, âI have already called your boss and he will be here soon.â
âThatâs funny. Do you even know his name?â The young guard was dumbfounded at first, however, he soon treated Maximilianâs words as a joke and thought he was scaring him.
âIs your boss Canaan Kadir?â Maximilian smiled.
The young guard still didnât believe that Canaan would have aquaintence with such a poor guy and replied disdainfully, âWell, he is, but that canât change anything. Why do you think our boss will show up in person? Do he even know you?â After saying this, he immediately raised up the baton he was holding and got ready to knock Maximilian.
âStop!â Canaan shouted. It seemed that the thing he worried the most happened. He should have warned his staff to treat Maximilian nicely.
The young guard stopped when hearing his boss was shouting. However, he didnât know that Canaan was trying to protect him. If he really beat Maximilian, he would be hurt, or even dead.
âWhat are you doing?â Canaan walked towards the young guard angrily and scolded.
âThis poor guy insists to get in our club. We try to stop him, but he is still here.â The young guard explained.
âBullshit. Itâs an honour for our club to have him. It takes me a great effort to invite him here and youâre driving him away?â Canaan was so angry when hearing his words. If his master really left out of anger, he really didnât know what to do.
The young guard was dumbfounded. He didnât expect that Canaan would be so emotional today and it really confused him. He asked subconsciously, âBoss, he is only a poor guy.â
He didnât know the relation between Canaan and Maximilian yet. If he did, he wouldnât ask such a question.
Canaan slapped him without saying anything and a clear mark showed up on the young guardâs face.
After saying their companion was slapped, the other guards all held their cheek in afraid. They couldnât figure out why their boss would on an ordinary manâs side.
âMr. Kadir, that man got in the way and stopped me from watching the game. I suggest you kick him out.â The owner of Lamborghini cleared his throat and believed Canaan would definitely help him if he asked.
Canaan smiled and asked, âDid you just kick on his car?â Actually, Canaan saw what happened and he simply wanted to hear the ownerâs answer.
The owner nodded and replied, âYes, I am tired of waiting. Besides, he is only a poor. Mr. Kadir, I hope you can drive him away, if you donât, your club will lose me.â
âYou can leave whenever you want and no one will stop you, but before that, you have to apologize for my master.â Canaan waved his hands angrily. He didnât like to be threatened by others, especially using his master as a bargaining chip. His club were not lack of clients.
Th owner didnât know how to respond. Canaan should be on his side when he asked. What the marching order was for?