Chapter 149 Poker Cards?

Big Beard glanced at the two men acting obediently and couldn't help but find it amusing.

Indeed, guns were the most effective these days.

He didn't have time for chit-chat, so after shoving the man on his back into the rear seat, he quickly dragged the old man into the front.

"Stop dawdling, your son is fine!"

"Drive, quick!"

The old man seemed still worried.

But he clearly understood the urgency of the situation.

With a release of the clutch, the domestic business car instantly zoomed forward with a buzz.

Yet, the shadow that had just chased into the box didn't show any intention of dodging. Its slender body almost grazing the ground, it appeared less than five meters in front of the car in the blink of an eye.

Big Beard's gaze tensed, and he unconsciously shouted, "No need to dodge!"

"Just ram it to death!"

Although the old man was panicked, his mind was much clearer than before—after all, his cherished son was lying in the back seat at this moment.