Eastern Suburb Highway, eerily quiet.
Quentin Leopold leaned back in his chair, gasping for breath.
His chest heaved.
Next to him, the leader of the Eastern Island, biting his clothes, his forehead covered in sweat.
Blood had already stained his clothes red.
But the leader of the Eastern Island knew he could not make a sound.
If he did, they would be exposed.
Outside, there were hidden weapon users!
Inside the carriage, only his heavy breathing could be heard.
All the headlights were turned off.
Everyone held a weapon, vigilantly observing the direction from which the hidden weapon boxes came.
But.
It was pitch dark!
True to the saying.
Darkness everywhere, danger lurking on all sides.
All of them were from the Shadow Warrior organization, and naturally knew their way around.
After a brief shock, they quickly began to adjust their formation.
The cars at the front turned sharply, their headlights instantly illuminating the area beside the road!
Then...
