That was definitely not Chen Xiaolian and his party!
Bluesea immediately confirmed this in his mind.
And now, whether foe or friend, Bluesea dared not show himself. If it were from the same group as the skinny man with the Jet Backpack who pursued him earlier, even if his van was full of weapons, he wouldn't stand a chance against them.
Holding his breath, daring not to make a sound, Bluesea watched the vehicle charge toward him with wide eyes.
Damn it! Bluesea cursed silently in his heart.
That war vehicle was at least twice as big as a regular tank. After turning onto the street crammed with cars, it did not slow down, nor did it swerve to avoid; it simply crushed everything in its path with ruthless efficiency!
Some of the lower sedans were instantly flattened under its treads, with the grating of twisting metal turning into a pile of iron pancakes!
And Bluesea's van, which had been hastily parked, was directly in the path of the oncoming behemoth!
