A black car sped on the mountainside road.
Not far in front of it was a little three-wheeled motorcycle.
"Faster! Faster!"
In the car, Grandmaster Bakar was screaming at the driver through gritted teeth as he looked at the little three-wheeled motorcycle ahead.
He was a grandmaster shaman that had succeeded in countless missions. It was very humiliating for him to make such a mistake.
The driver nodded and stepped on the accelerator, pulling the distance of the two vehicles closer.
Soon, it had almost caught up to the three-wheeled motorcycle.
"Run him over!" Grandmaster Bakar said cruelly.
He did not mind the kid being dead. He could still entrap his soul for questioning.
If the incident was unrelated to the kid, then the kid was simply unlucky. Grandmaster Bakar had killed many people in his missions and one more was nothing.
