Wilder Pauly had an air of unruly defiance about him, practically written in bold letters on his forehead: "Not to be messed with."
The wild aura hit the approaching middle-aged man with such force that he instinctively tightened his grip on the flashlight, missed a heartbeat, and heightened his vigilance.
"Bang bang bang—"
At that moment, a series of collisions sounded inside the vehicle. The four girls in the back were banging their bodies against the windows, trying to attract the attention of the people outside.
As expected, the middle-aged man tensed up, his face stern as he questioned, "Make way, what's going on in the car?!"
Gathering his courage, he walked around a few people to reach the co-pilot's seat where Kate Sharon was sitting, peering through the window into the backseat.
The middle-aged man reeked of sweat, causing Kate to unbuckle her seatbelt and lean toward the driver's side of the car.
"Mmm mmm mmm—"
