Watching the departing Chevrolet, Tang Zheng waited again; this time, even Kong Licheng didn't dare to respond. Everyone kept silent.
The two who seemed like Eastern Europeans didn't attack or slow down. They fled like quails that had their courage shattered, desperately seeking escape.
"Huang Long, catch up," Tang Zheng's expression turned solemn. Regardless of the situation, the opponent was a formidable enemy, and he had to be prepared for various countermeasures.
The middle-aged driver didn't have time to wipe the sweat from his forehead as he focused on the road, fearing that a careless move might lead to a collision with other vehicles.
"Group Leader, you were right; they really came after us again. These people are very cautious," the grenade-toting man turned to look at the trailing Greyhound bus and howled his praise for the leader. "Amazing, they are being played like puppets on a string."
