Chloe Stephens was sent back to the villa.
Len Hawthorne took out his mobile phone and called his people.
"Cockroaches are active, send a few exterminators over."
Putting away his phone, he took out a cigarette and put it between his lips, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly turned the steering wheel.
The car made a 180-degree spin on the spot.
On the road.
The car in front discovered the chase and immediately accelerated.
Moving against the flow.
At that speed, it seemed to leap forward, like a racing shadow under the surveillance camera.
The black car behind closely followed the blue car in front.
"Bang!"
Len Hawthorne controlled the car with one hand, took out the lighter with the other hand, and lit the cigarette. However, he thought of something and extinguished it with his fingertip.
The blue car was trapped by the car behind it and could only move by dragging itself along.
"Bang! Bang!"
The guardrail was knocked away.