"Fucking hell, this time I'm gonna teach you bastards a lesson," Song Yun gripped his gun and said.
The distance between the two vehicles was closing in, Qingluan, the chick, seemed fearless, pressing the pedal to the metal, charging forward without a care in the world.
"We're about to crash, you better come up with something quick, or we're both dead today," Qingluan spoke with a casual tone.
Song Yun patted Qingluan on the shoulder and said, "No worries, before we die, we'll take them down with us."
"Shit, Brother Eagle, something's not right here, I called Bald just now and he didn't pick up, and the one coming at us now is the target," the driver in the jeep noticed something was seriously wrong and slowed down a bit to speak to the boss.
