"Quit your yapping! You know jack shit. If you're not afraid of dying, then keep changing the tire!" Li Mengmeng's contemptuous voice had scarcely fallen when several bare-chested brutes burst out of the woods, their bodies covered with horizontal stripes of muscle, looking like something out of a Rambo movie set in the jungle.
What was most terrifying was that each of these guys was holding a pitch-black shotgun, and a machete was uniformly sheathed at their waists, as they slowly fanned out and encircled the sedan, giving off a vibe eerily similar to that of movie jungle warriors.
Zhao Siyu and Chen Youming were originally planning to throw a few more jabs at Chu Nan, but upon hearing the commotion and turning around, they were instantly dumbstruck, so scared that they couldn't even speak.
