"Hiss~"
On the broad road, a car just happened to roll over a thumbtack. The thumbtack not only punctured the tire but also flew out from the impact.
"Hiss…"
The car had not gone far when air began to leak from the tire. The driver had no choice but to slam on the brakes. He exited the car and surveyed the situation, then turned to report: "Monkey Brother, the tire has been punctured."
"What the hell kind of driving is that if you've managed to puncture a tire?"
Two men emerged from the back seat, one of whom was much shorter and started cursing. The driver, head low, did not dare to reply.
"Forget it, let's go back. Even if we find another car we wouldn't make it in time. Our luck really sucks."
The shorter man cursed, but did not resort to physical violence. After uttering a few more insults, he glanced at the disappearing vehicle ahead and made a decision: "Let's head back and report to Big Brother. Hopefully, his guys won't mess up tomorrow. We really have bad luck."
