Just as the eight newly arrived sports cars were being unloaded in an orderly fashion, two civilian Hummers smoothly drove in from a distance.
As soon as these two silver Hummers appeared, they instantly caught the attention of some passersby.
"Look over there! Are those… pure silver Hummers?" a man pointed into the distance and said to his companion.
His companion followed the direction of his finger and spotted two gleaming silver Hummers driving toward the terminal. But these weren't ordinary silver Hummers—their shine resembled the polished luster of fine silverware, gleaming brightly in the sunlight.
"These Hummers look a lot bigger than the usual ones, don't they?" The companion took a closer look at the approaching vehicles, and upon closer inspection, he was taken aback.
Because he suddenly realized—these Hummers had six wheels instead of four!
"My God! A six-wheeled, pure silver Hummer!? I've never seen anything like it before!"
As more and more bystanders took notice, even Amur and his friends from Dubai—who had been watching the sports cars being unloaded—turned their heads to see what was drawing so much attention.
When they got a clear look at the two six-wheeled modified Hummers, their faces lit up with astonishment.
"Haha! So Hummers can be modified like this, huh? This trip to Europe has really been an eye-opener!" Amur clapped his hands and laughed.
"Yeah, whoever customized these Hummers is a genius! When I get back, I'm going to paint my Jaguar pure silver too! No, scratch that—pure gold!" one of Amur's Dubai friends said with admiration.
While they were impressed by the six-wheeled Hummers, they weren't exactly shocked. After all, they were all heirs to billionaire families—seeing luxury and rare cars was nothing new to them.
There were very few things in the world that could truly surprise them.
But just as Amur and his friends were marveling at the Hummers, a large enclosed cargo truck drove in behind them. From the way it was positioned, it seemed like the two six-wheeled Hummers were escorting it.
A minute later, the cargo truck pulled up to the airport terminal, and its side door slowly opened.
In that instant, an incredibly luxurious sports car—one that no one had ever seen before—was revealed in front of Amur and his friends!
"What car is that?" Amur stared at the sports car, his eyes fixed on it. It looked somewhat familiar, yet also completely foreign to him.
The doors and windows reminded him of his own Bugatti EB 110. But the front and rear of this car were much bulkier than his Bugatti, giving it a more powerful and aggressive look.
Beyond its unique body shape, the car's color and design were also something Amur and his friends had never seen before. It was painted in a stunning celadon glaze, giving it an elegant, almost otherworldly appearance.
Looking closely at the intricate crackle patterns on the surface, it was hard to tell whether they were part of the design or a natural texture of the material itself…
The more Amur and his Dubai friends looked at the celadon-colored sports car, the more intrigued they became. There was an undeniable sophistication to it.
"Who transported this car? Amir, was it you?" Amur asked one of his companions.
Amir quickly shook his head. "Not mine! You've seen my Lotus Elise before—it's still on the way!" Amir was just as curious about the car's owner, already making plans to ask his parents for money to buy a new car when he got back to Dubai.
Just as Amur and his friends were discussing among themselves, two large Russian men stepped out of the silver Hummers. Their muscular build and imposing presence were reminiscent of the bodyguards that often surrounded Mavi.
"Amur, I think I know who owns this car," Amir suddenly said in realization.
"You don't need to say it—I think I know too…" Amur replied, turning his head to confirm his suspicion.
His friends, including Amir, also turned their gaze toward Mavi.
Mavi, seeing a group of Dubai elites all staring at him as if he were some kind of rare panda at the zoo, shrugged slightly. His expression seemed to say, Come on, guys. Don't all stare at me like that.
"Hey, friend, which car company made this sports car? I've never seen anything like it before," Amur asked Mavi seriously. This was the question that had been on his mind since the moment he saw the car.
"Bugatti," Mavi answered casually.
The moment he spoke, Amur and his friends' expressions changed dramatically.
"Bugatti!?"
"Wait—Bugatti makes a car like this? How come I've never heard of it?"
Mavi shrugged again. "Because it's a custom-modified car."
"A custom-modified car?" Amur and his friends instinctively repeated his words.
"Yeah, it's based on the Bugatti EB 110. Looks familiar now, doesn't it?" Mavi gestured to the car doors, which were one of the few parts he hadn't altered—he had only had them converted into ceramic.
Amur, realizing that this sports car was actually a modified Bugatti EB 110—the same model he owned—immediately grew even more interested.
"Wait, so you designed the modifications for the front and rear yourself? And what is this car made of? It doesn't look like steel or aluminum," Amur asked, his curiosity fully piqued.
His question echoed the thoughts of everyone around him. Today, they had truly seen something extraordinary. They had always considered themselves car enthusiasts, but compared to Mavi, their level of customization was child's play!
"Yeah, you could say that. The material used for the body is blue-and-white porcelain—the kind that shatters upon impact," Mavi said matter-of-factly.
This "Blue-and-White Porcelain Bugatti EB 110" was a custom commission by Mavi.
For the design, he had used the iconic shape of the Bugatti Veyron from his previous life as a reference and made modifications accordingly. The result? A Bugatti EB 110 that looked more powerful, more luxurious, and, when combined with the porcelain material, absolutely one of a kind.
"Porcelain? That's… I think I've heard of it somewhere!" Amur frowned, trying to recall what he knew about porcelain. While he knew about ceramics in general, the specifics of porcelain—like blue-and-white porcelain or Yuan Dynasty ceramics—were a bit beyond his knowledge.
Mavi didn't blame them for their ignorance. After all, his "Blue-and-White Porcelain Bugatti EB 110" was essentially the ultimate crash-and-burn sports car. Whoever crashed into it would be the unlucky one, because the repair costs would be astronomical!
And the maintenance costs? Ridiculously high. The annual upkeep alone was enough to buy another Porsche!
This car was a true money pit—but it was absolutely worth it.
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