Mo Yuhan slid the fiber glass to the side and a gasp escaped her lips looking at the collection of exclusive guns. There were four to five pistols.
Her eyes widened when he lowered the right side of window pane before shooting at the approaching car's tyres, his focus still straight on the road.
'Bang' He fired the bullet, his entire self shrouded in a layer of coldness.
The bullet pierced the right tyre in the front but she was dumbfounded when she noticed another tyre connected right beside it, which helped the car move without any complication. What kind of advanced mechanism is this? As a person who was a bit lagging behind when it involved technologies, she did not how could the car have such a modernised equipment and mechanisms.
Mo Yuhan's left hand was on the steering wheel as their car moved in a slight zig-zag manner, while his right hand pointed straight at the approaching car.
