Chapter 173: Land of Voodoo

A pitch-black night.

A car drove on a rugged mountain road.

The driver was a strong black man, expressionless, like a piece of hard rock.

Driving on the mountain road, the car didn't have its lights on, but even so, it maintained maximum stability as it went along.

Following the winding mountain path ever upward, when reaching the summit, the black driver suddenly floored the gas pedal, and the car's engine roared.

Then, like an arrow released from its bow, it crushed the weeds on both sides of the road and shot out from the edge.

There were no cries of alarm; the people sitting in the car didn't even change their expressions. Immediately after, the car seemed to enter an unfamiliar area and disappeared into thin air.

But the next second, the scenery changed, and the car landed smoothly on the ground before gradually coming to a stop.

An attractive black man stepped forward to open the car door, revealing a delicate face in the darkness to everyone present.