Normally, when the tire was hit, the car could still go for a bit. But the underpants seemed to get stuck with stones. No matter how hard Jackson stepped on the gas, the car wouldn't go.
Jackson tried a few times and punched the steering wheel out of fury.
The car lights were still on. But it couldn't shine a light on the way ahead.
The situation didn't look good. As the cars still zoned in on them, it wouldn't take long before they were surrounded.
Gabrielle said, "Didn't you say that you're more powerful than K's Clam though they're influential between the police and gang?" Why would K's Clam go after Jackson's car?
Jackson looked despicable, but he didn't answer.
He knew why. He broke the rules, and a few gangs worked together to fight against him.
Or K's Clam alone would not dare to go after Jackson even if he was in the Ancient Country.
"Erm..." Gabrielle said, "Should I..."
