As Mo Han dodged bullets and charged towards the high-rise, Tao Pinggui had already scrambled back into the Bentley.
In a panic, he sat in the driver's seat, didn't even buckle his seatbelt, threw the car into gear, and floored the accelerator. The car roared and darted away urgently.
"Bro Pinggui, what the heck!"
Luo Zitong was in the passenger seat, wearing headphones and playing a game, so she hadn't noticed what was happening outside.
Seeing how tense Tao Pinggui was, she took off her headphones, looking bewildered, and asked, "Why are you suddenly driving off?"
"No time for crap!"
Tao Pinggui gripped the steering wheel with a serious expression, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
There were snipers at Spring Breeze Restaurant, and not just one, which exceeded his expectations.
If they didn't get out of there quickly, they might get hit by a stray bullet, and that would be a real piece of bad luck.
Humm humm humm...
