APOCALYPSE REVENGE: I RULED THE WORLD WITH MY STORAGE SPACE

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 7

The manager instantly rushed down.

A Flintshire was not someone he could dare to offend.

What was this customer talking about though?

They had made extreme efforts to train every one of their staff on good behaviour and customer service.

But sweat pooled on the manager's head, this wasn't just a customer

This was a Flintshire and with a single statement, he could lose his high paying job.

Quinn stood, checking his watch when a man walked up to him.

Looking down, he realised this person was also wearing a salesman tag.

“Good day Sir. Are you interested in any one of our cars? I can show you a few of them if you just tell me your preference.” The young man said, giving Quinn a smile.

Quinn looked at the man before letting out a sigh.

“Okay. I'd give the company one more chance.”

Although the man didn't understand what Quinn was talking about, he still waited.

“I want something like a truck but lightweight and with bulletproof glasses, and it should also be fast.” Quinn tried to explain.

He wasn't a connoisseur of cars but he knew what he wanted.

In his last life, he had seen someone drive that exact vehicle and was able to scale through the thick icy ground.

He needed to prepare for that.

“I have just the right vehicle, Sir. Please follow me.”

The man said and Quinn went along with him.

They arrived in front of the central display.

Staying there as a large mechanical vehicle, with iron clad body, it was covered in deep metal and its tires were laced with iron rods that would make it stick to the icy ground.

“Is this what you are looking for?” The salesman asked and Quinn quickly nodded.

This was even better than what he saw in his last life.

If anything, he would have wanted more of these vehicles.

But it was okay.

“Yes, I'd like to take this and then I'd want to know how much I'd be paying for it.” Quinn said with a smile.

He was much more satisfied now that his needs had been met.

The manager rushed down.

“Good day, Sven. Have you seen any client by the name of Flintshire?” The manager said quickly, while Quinn stood by the side.

“I believe you are talking about me.” Quinn said, pulling out his identity card

Unlike his subordinate, the manager was a very calm man so he didn't want to rush what was going on.

At first glance, it would never be easy to tell that Quinn, the man in front of him, had come from a wealthy family.

“It really is you, Mr. Flintshire. Please I am so sorry for what encounter you faced in the morning, please might I know the person that made this mistake.”

The manager said, wanting to address the problem immediately.

The best way they could get favour from this rich man was if they soothed his concern.

“That guy over there refused to attend to me, because he thought I wasn't a customer and I had just come in to sightsee and steal.” Quinn said with a wave of his hand.

He was no longer angry about the issue now that he had been attended to.

The manager frowned. “I understand, Mr. Flintshire. I'd take care of the issue right away.”

He said and walked over to where the salesman was standing.

Quinn watched with a smile as he saw the manager tear off the tab of the salesman.

Looking away, Quinn gave no chance for the man to apologise.

The security walked in and they were quick to take the man and pull him off.

“You can rest easy now, Mr. Flintshire. Everything you need would be promptly provided for your perusal.”

Quinn was quick with buying the car and he instantly paid the amount in full.

“You. Please come here.” He called the salesman who had helped him out.

“This is for you, the weather is going to be dangerous, ensure to stockpile a lot of food for your family.”

The salesman was confused but this was a rich person talking, he couldn't interrupt.

Quinn could see the sign of confusion but that didn't matter.

“Even if it's just a little, just buy extra food for the coming harsh weather. And you should know I'm not kidding because I have my connection.”

That was it.

The connections of a wealthy man.

The salesman nodded and Quinn proceeded to transfer ten thousand dollars to him.

It was merely a tip.

If only people were this generous, the world would be a better place.

The bank had transferred to him the rest of his money, so the only thing he could do now was to hold them down.

In the apocalypse, the use of money wouldn't be guaranteed, but after that not everyone would have enough money to use.

The drive to the address wasn't long and Quinn parked his car at a distance before coming down to work.

The cold blade of the knife behind his back pressed into his cold skin.

Quinn smirked, remembering how he was beaten up in his last life.

This was the perfect time to take this revenge and hope he never has to see such a set of people again .

Harold walked out from the shadows, his hair combed to a slick back.

His bandaged hand was on display and he snickered.

“If it isn't the golden boy.” Harold laughed and at the same time, other men came out of the hiding.

With their fists ready to pound.

“What are you talking about, Harold? I thought you wanted to talk?”

Quinn feigned ignorance but Harold wasn't having it.

He pointed to his bandaged wrist, “I'm not going to talk to the person that did this to me. Get him!”

At the sound of Harold's voice, the gang of men moved in for the kill.