"Boom!"
The windshield of the car shattered on the spot, and bright shards of glass burst and flew everywhere.
Huo Biao, sitting in the passenger seat, was covered in blood from head to toe.
Before he had the chance to push the door open and escape, a lean figure, like a cheetah, sprinted toward him.
Upon seeing the true face of the incoming person, Huo Biao trembled with horror and exclaimed, "Is it him?"
Just as the gleaming dagger was about to pierce Huo Biao's throat, a fierce palm strike tore through the air and blasted out.
This palm strike was Zhou Tong's masterpiece!
At that moment, Fox was like a madman in despair, looking to fight to the death with anyone. His expression was ferocious, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins, and he struck with terrifying ferocity, using lethal moves intended to kill.
