Roll Over
"Just crash into it." The gentle voice of Ye Bei that contained cruel meaning came.
After the driver listened, his eyes suddenly turned slightly red, "Sir, are you sure you are not kidding?"
"Yeah." Ye Bei replied lightly.
After listening, there seemed to be a magical force attached to the driver's body. He bravely spat out his saliva out of the window, and then slammed his foot on the gas pedal without care. His spirit was boosted even more than the bald guy.
Buzz...
The pickup truck that had stopped steadily hummed violently.
"Hey, I let you get out of the car, did you hear that?" Outside the car, the bald-headed man immediately took a step back after hearing the voice, but the momentum on his face was not reduced, his roar was even louder.
As for the five people in front, the cold sweat on their foreheads grew more and more, and their legs couldn't help shaking.