The car came to a sudden stop!
Due to the massive inertia, the car skidded several meters on the snow, even spinning once, before finally coming to a halt.
"Joaquim. What's the meaning of this?" Ragnar Frost sat in the passenger seat, asking coldly.
Joaquim was a disciple he was somewhat fond of, not lacking in skill.
Now Ragnar Frost was injured, and with someone aiming a projectile box at him, he was no match for his own disciple.
And the student in the driver's seat was equally too panicked to make any rash moves.
"What's going on! Master, are you alright?" Seeing the car in front suddenly spin, another car hurried over, lowered the window, and asked with concern.
"I don't know if your master is alright. But you will definitely have a problem." Joaquim lowered the window, raised another hand holding a projectile box, aimed at the disciple in the driver's seat, and pulled the trigger!
Swoosh!
The projectile box sounded.
Blood splattered everywhere.
