Lin Xian issued a command to Xiao Li and then immediately settled into his seat, fastening his seat belt:
"Quick!"
Xiao Li strictly followed the command, his right foot never relaxing off the gas pedal. The battered Alfa Romeo, at full power, kept surging to top speed on the expressway!
120...
130...
140...
After all, a business vehicle is a business vehicle; it doesn't accelerate nearly as quickly as a sports car, and as the speed increased, the needle on the speedometer moved to the right more and more slowly.
Bang!
Once again, there was a dull thud from the roof of the back seat.
The black latex gloves punched through between several knife marks! Those seemingly delicate and cute little fists now resembled the sickle swinging above the Grim Reaper's head!
"Brake! Floor it!!"
Xiao Li immediately understood—Lin Xian wanted to use the emergency brake to fling the girl on top off.
Despite the girl's enormous strength and her weapon,
