Cars are too heavy… What kind of reason is this… Long Yuehong—who was sitting in the back row—bowed down to pick up the pistol he had dropped due to the cold and pain while he repeated Zennaga's answer dazedly. Is there any connection between the weight of a car and driving? The person drives the car, not the other way round.
As Long Yuehong's thoughts ran through his mind, the gray-robed monk—Zennaga—had already made the black motorcycle dash forward. Bai Chen had no choice but to step on the accelerator and get their vehicle to follow closely behind.
