Under the protection of several underlings, Yuan Ye fled in a sorry state to the underground parking lot.
In addition to that gilded, diamond-encrusted Maybach, he also had a BMW X5.
However, he didn't usually drive it, and it was always left in the parking lot. He never expected that today it would come in very handy.
Yuan Ye glanced outside the window and urged anxiously, "That madman Wang Hao will be here any minute, drive quickly, let's get out of here!"
However, before the car's engine could start, a ghostly shadow appeared under the light. Cast very long, it seemed like the God of Death approaching.
Seeing that it was Wang Hao coming, Yuan Ye was suddenly shocked. His eyes filled with anger, and he cursed through gritted teeth, "Drive the car, ram him, kill him!"
Seeing this scene, Wang Hao cracked a smile, and eight neat little white teeth gleamed menacingly under the harsh car lights.
"Whoosh!"
He casually threw out a stun baton, it cut through the air toward them.
