A Pugatti Tourbillon had already been priced at around 4.1 million dollars in its ordinary existence, which was a ridiculous sentence by itself, the kind of sentence that made accountants look toward heaven and wonder where civilization had gone wrong.
The car was a beast in its own right, a successor to the Chiron in spirit and madness, carrying obscene horsepower, impossible torque, arrogant engineering and that brutal luxury only men with too much money and too little fear could properly appreciate.
Phei did not know every technical detail about it, not really.
He knew enough to understand that it was famous, expensive, fast and adored by the sort of people who used the phrase "daily driver" while referring to something that could buy a small village.
Then there was the Perrari F80.
Another monster.
Another legend.
Another name whose normal version was already enough to make people stop breathing for several financially irresponsible seconds.
