Lin Bei had a headache, not knowing how to explain to Zhang Yixin.
How would ordinary people understand the existence of the Black Scale Combat Knife?
"Actually, that knife isn't anything special, just an ordinary knife."
Lin Bei simply bluffed on the spot.
Full of doubts, Zhang Yixin refrained from asking more questions; Lin Bei's safe return was more important than anything else.
As Lin Bei drove, suddenly, a glint of cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Honey, hold on tight to the handle."
Zhang Yixin was about to ask why when she saw Lin Bei abruptly step on the gas, and the car shot forward like an arrow off its string.
The strong force of acceleration almost made her fall over.
After Lin Bei accelerated, nearly twenty cars behind him also sped up instantly.
A burly man on one of the off-road vehicles opened the sunroof and climbed out.
On his shoulder, he was holding a rocket launcher.
