As Wang Chen was speaking, the speeding police car was less than five hundred meters away from them.
If an ordinary person were to witness this scene, they probably would have been shaking with fear by now, and even if they were reluctant to get caught, their hearts would surely be in turmoil.
But at this moment, Zhang Kui showed no fear on his face; instead, a calm smile was plastered across it.
He glanced at the police car coming up behind with its siren wailing, then sneered at Wang Chen, "Kid, do you know what I've been up to these past ten years?"
Wang Chen slightly furrowed his brow, clearly not understanding his meaning.
Zhang Kui continued, "I've killed people, more than one! I've sold contraband, each item worth hundreds of thousands, I've been a trafficker, selling and abducting no less than twenty people from my hands!
Everything I've just said, each one could send me to the death penalty—if added up together, they'd be enough to shoot me for five minutes straight."
