Boom! ——
The car seemed out of control, crashing across from the other side of the road! A long row of charcoal barbecue racks overturned, and the fiery red charcoal was directly sent flying!
Amidst flying ash and sparks, screams rose one after another, and the tables and chairs close by all fell!
The table of assassins was also implicated, several of them fell, startled by this sudden change, and before they could react, the shop owner was already cursing—
"Damn! How are you driving?! Are you crazy?!!"
In the heavy collision, Aaron Ray was also taken aback, and once he regained his senses, he saw many people had gathered around, one fierce-looking middle-aged man was banging on the car window.
"Fuck you, you little bastard! Get out! Pay for the damage!!!"
Aaron Ray opened the car door, took out a handful of banknotes from his wallet and tossed them over.
