Yellow Hair and Green Hair looked at each other simultaneously, recognizing the unique sound of the engine, which they were certain not to forget. Except for their boss's car, all other vehicles in the gang were uniformly American-made Jeeps. Only a top German Mercedes could produce such an engine sound.
"Could it be Brother Fei has come?"
The two couldn't help but raise their guns, posing seriously to avoid a scolding from Brother Fei for slacking off when he arrived.
Sure enough, not long after, a pitch-black Mercedes G65 fiercely approached the roadblock.
However, they quickly realized something was amiss. For one, they had never seen Brother Fei drive the Mercedes so aggressively, as if he was squeezing every drop of performance from the car. Additionally, with less than five hundred meters to the roadblock, the Mercedes showed no sign of slowing down.
"Damn, something's up!" Green Hair shouted.
