Wang Han's revenge convoy left the highway, and Linhai City was already faintly visible.
However, at this moment, the frontmost car suddenly lost control.
The tires seemed to have been punctured by something, making a shocking noise.
What followed was a series of car crashes.
Driven by a thirst for revenge, Wang Han's vehicles were moving quickly and were close together, so they couldn't brake in time.
Dozens of cars crashed into one another in a uniform manner.
"What happened?"
Wang Han touched his somewhat dizzy forehead, grateful for the airbag that had deployed, or else he would have lost his head.
"Big brother, it's people from Linhai!"
By then, Tian Long had already gotten out of the car.
He was by the window, so he reacted the fastest.
On the road ahead, someone had spread out American police's favorite road-blocking device.
With sharp blades on it, no vehicle could escape a punctured tire.
