The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection novel Chapter 897

Chapter 897

The young man seemed to be in his early 20s. Hè casually lifted Felix’s Rolls–Royce Cullinan with one hand as if it were weightless and started walking forward.

Lifting something as heavy as a car was not something an ordinary person could do. However, he didn’t just lift the car. After taking a few steps, he even balanced it on his pinky finger. Clearly, he wasn’t just any martial artist. He had to be someone extraordinary.

Felix had no choice but to step forward and stop him. “Excuse me, but that’s my car.”

The young man paused, looking at Felix with a bit of confusion. “You’re sure about that?”

Felix showed him his keys to the car. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure,”

Seeing that, the young man carefully placed the car back down and scratched his head awkwardly. “My bad! I thought it was abandoned. Wait. Is this a Rolls–Royce?”

The young man’s expression was sincere, as if he hadn’t been exposed to much of the world.

“Yes. It’s a Rolls–Royce model called the Cullinan,” Felix replied.

The young man grinned. “I knew it! My uncle keeps saying his dream is to drive a Rolls–Royce. I figured I’d just bring one home for him. Guess this one’s yours, though.”

Finding him interesting, Felix approached him. “If you want to get your uncle a Rolls–Royce, you can’t just take one. You’ll have to buy it. But it’s not cheap.”

The young man fished around in his pocket and pulled out a little over a thousand dollars. “Is this enough?”

Enough? It might buy a single screw from the car. “Not even close. Like I said, this car is very expensive.”

“Ah…” The young man looked disappointed, sighing heavily. Then, as if struck by a sudden idea, his face brightened. “Have you heard of the Dragonia Martial Arts Competition?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of it.”

The young man lit up with excitement. “Do you think the prize for winning the tournament is enough to buy a Rolls–Royce?”

Felix’s expression turned a bit strange. Was this guy planning to enter the Dragonia Martial Arts Competition, too? He wasn’t expecting that.

“Yes, of course,” he replied.

Felix, still standing beside his Cullinan, raised an eyebrow in surprise. Ronan didn’t seem to be just a regular martial artist.