Mo Huasong would not allow danger to appear before him again; he intended to snuff out all threats in advance.
"Even if it's Kong Hengjian's car, you didn't have to vandalize it. I could keep using it, what's there to fear?" Fat Dragon retorted sarcastically. "We've stolen so much from them, and they still don't dare to say a thing."
"On the road, someone was following us. Maybe we won't be able to drive this car soon." Mo Huasong said.
"Seriously? Huasong, do you have that many enemies?" Fat Dragon exclaimed in shock: "But don't worry, if they're a lot, I'll start running first, no, I'll go get help first."
No wonder Mo Huasong wanted to get rid of the Mercedes. He would have to flee soon, and driving would not be his priority.
Mo Huasong did not say anything, just watching the security guard.
The security guard promptly said to Mo Huasong respectfully, "Master Batian, please wait a moment, I will report inside now."
