HLM – Chapter 141 Land Beast

The new cowboys had no idea about the encounter between Wang Bo and Thornton at the charity auction. In fact, Charlie, Bowen, and the others hadn’t thought about it either—after all, there had been no direct confrontation between the two back then.

Wang Bo thought similarly. Admittedly, he didn’t like Thornton, but business was business. It’s not like they had some bitter blood feud or a woman between them.

But Thornton didn’t see it that way.

At last month’s auction, he had felt his spotlight stolen by that annoying Chinese man. Thornton, who was used to being the center of attention, had been furious.

What really pissed him off was the fact that the trophy he had fought hard to win received no interest from the crowd, while Wang Bo simply brought out a gold coin and triggered a bidding frenzy.

The contrast was unbearable!

For someone as arrogant as Thornton, being able to receive Wang Bo and his group just now was already him being unusually restrained. Don’t be fooled—he wasn’t running that 4S dealership because he needed to make a living. It was just a hobby.

There was no need for Wang Bo’s group to stay longer. On the way out, Wang Bo thought for a moment and said, “Let’s go to Highway Motors’s dealership. I checked online—he’s got a Hummer H3T.”

In New Zealand, the most commonly used pickup trucks in agriculture and animal husbandry are Ford, Toyota, and Chevrolet. But the best among them is actually the Hummer pickup.

Still, the best doesn’t always mean the most popular. The Hummer H3T, developed from the H3 SUV, targets the high-end pickup market and is a bit more expensive than Ford or Chevrolet, so its sales were just average.

Despite Auckland not being a huge city, there were plenty of dealerships—this was a common feature of New Zealand towns. Almost every major brand had local dealers.

Highway Motors was the largest comprehensive dealership in Auckland, selling a wide range of brands and a large number of vehicles.

As soon as they walked in, an enthusiastic salesperson greeted them. First came a round of coffee for everyone, then the salesperson asked, “Gentlemen, what kind of vehicle are you looking for?”

Wang Bo said, “Two Hummer H3Ts. Do you have them in stock?”

The moment he heard that, the salesperson brightened. “Absolutely. Please follow me, gentlemen. You’re in luck—our boss just brought in a new batch of H3Ts yesterday. All brand new, big boys.”

They entered the off-road vehicle section, where a row of muscular cars revealed their fierce faces. At the front was the renowned Ford F-150, and further back, the Hummer H3Ts came into view.

Wang Bo had already looked up this model online many times. With its sharply angular body, gleaming paint, iconic Hummer grille, massive tires, and wide truck bed, everything about it screamed raw, wild power.

The Ford F-150 was already imposing—5.5 meters long, 2.2 meters wide, 2 meters tall, and nearly 3 tons in weight—a true land beast.

But the Hummer H3T was even more massive in presence. Though the actual dimensions weren’t drastically different, its sheer aura made it seem larger and more domineering.

After inspecting the vehicle, Wang Bo nodded and asked, “I’ll take the H3Ts. What’s the price?”

The salesperson beamed. “Sir, if you buy two at once, we offer a discount. Normally, each costs 105,000, but buying two together saves you 5,000. We’ll also include a year of commercial insurance for both.”

This was a steep price in New Zealand’s consumer vehicle market. Some luxury sedans like Cadillacs could cost as little as 40,000 or 50,000. Paying over 100,000 for a pickup was considered extravagant by practical-minded ranchers.

Wang Bo swiped his card and bought both without hesitation. The dealership handled the vehicle registration and license plates, which would take some time, so he wandered around the showroom.

As he strolled and browsed, a shadow suddenly loomed at the entrance of the dealership. Several customers gasped and ran outside.

Bowen, who had been fiddling with his phone, looked up and his eyes lit up. He waved to Wang Bo, calling, “Boss, come check this out—a Marauder!”

Wang Bo walked to the door and took one look, then sharply drew in a breath.

There on the open lot squatted a steel beast, exuding an aura of unchallenged dominance!

The vehicle was entirely matte black, its paint dull and non-reflective—as if it absorbed the sunlight that touched it.

It stood over two and a half meters tall, eight meters long, with tires nearly as tall as a grown man. Its entire frame radiated savage aggression—an intimidating presence impossible to ignore.

From the front, the vehicle had several large headlights, like a beast with multiple sets of eyes. The steel body was thick, with spare tires hanging on its flanks. Compared to this monster, the nearby sedans looked like dwarves beside a giant—tiny and laughable.

Wang Bo eyed the behemoth and exclaimed, “Sh*t, this is an armored vehicle, isn’t it? Can something like this even be street legal in New Zealand?”

Bowen replied enthusiastically, “No, no, it’s not an armored vehicle. It’s the ultimate off-road machine from South Africa’s Paramount Group. Remember Fast & Furious 5? Dwayne Johnson drove one of these. You’ll occasionally spot them on Texas highways.”

Men always have a soft spot for rugged machines like this. Even the normally rational Charlie was tempted by this steel monster and urged Wang Bo, “Old Wang, buy it. Just buy it!”

Bowen, for once, agreed with Charlie. “Yeah, boss, buy it. Its hill-climbing ability is insane—you could probably drive it straight up to a castle!”

Wang Bo was very intrigued. He turned to the salesperson and asked, “Is this part of your dealership? Do you have more for sale?”

The salesperson was briefly stunned. “You want to buy it? This vehicle is priced at 800,000—no discounts.”

Charlie grimaced. “That much? You could buy a helicopter for 800,000!”

Wang Bo didn’t mind. That kind of money was nothing to him.

Once he confirmed his intent to buy, the salesperson was overjoyed. He called out to a middle-aged man chatting with a few burly men near the vehicle, “Boss! This gentleman wants to buy the Marauder—it’s finally getting sold!”

You couldn’t blame the guy for being so excited. Their commissions depended on sales, and a high-end car worth 800,000 could land him a commission of 20,000—enough to keep him going for half a year.

The middle-aged man apologized to his companions and walked over with a smile. As he approached Wang Bo, he said, “Sir, you’re looking to buy—hey, aren’t you Mayor Wang from Sunset Town?”

Wang Bo was surprised he had such a reputation even in this small city. Unfortunately, he didn’t know the man, so he simply nodded and acknowledged his identity without exchanging any pleasantries.