The black sedan sped ahead, darting through the night like a ghost. Mo Beiyan stomped on the accelerator, his roar shredded into pieces by the night wind, and he simply pulled out a handgun, shooting at the tires of the car in front, "Mo Nanjue!"
Bam bam bam—
A few bullets grazed the chassis, Mo Nanjue's eyes were cold, his hands tightened on the steering wheel. Both of them were expert drivers, the cars raced along the road, here few people were around. Mo Beiyan gritted his teeth, "Damn it!"
He raised his hand and fired into a roadside sign, the iron plate swayed and crashed down, Mo Nanjue suddenly turned the wheel sharply, the iron plate hit the rear seat, bam—
The sedan took a sharp turn, crashing into the roadside greenery.
Pain surged through Mo Nanjue's recently operated legs, his whitened knuckles gripped the steering wheel, but before he could turn it, the trailing sports car drove up sidelong, effectively blocking his path with a hiss.
He sat still.
