Zhang Zhqing turned his head and glanced at Su Qi in the back seat, seemingly seeing boundless confidence from his indistinct figure.
Gritting his teeth, he stared at the youths repeatedly provoking the convoy, and, as if driven by some supernatural force, floored the accelerator.
The heavy truck immediately let out a deep roar and surged forward fiercely.
Terrified, the unruly youths ahead had their hair stand on end, and their trembling feet, driven by survival instinct, scrambled to jump aside.
In the middle of the dozens of hovercars, a youth blocking a girl suddenly sprang into action, within a breath arriving in front of the heavy truck.
His right fist was raised high, surrounded by a menacing whirl of water, a posture full of arrogance intent on stopping the heavy truck.
"Control Level?"
Su Qi, seated in the back of the truck, narrowed his eyes slightly.
Immediately.
The Heaven and Earth Power surged.
