"Huh?" The burly man was taken aback as he gripped the steering wheel, "No, Young Master, there's no road ahead, nothing but factories... and reeds to the left and right, leading out to the suburban river..."
"I'll drive," the man yanked him away and took his seat at the wheel, "Tell the other cars to drive in different directions and scatter Empire Jue's men."
"Empire Jue?" The burly man's hair stood on end at the mention of the name, and he nodded hastily, "Yes, yes..."
After the man took his place behind the wheel, he floored the accelerator and swung the steering wheel violently, continuously reversing the car—
"Young Master, there's a car reversing," the driver was somewhat astonished, "We're going to collide, should we give way?"
Mo Nanjue released Tong Ran and bent down to look, the cars in front had all scattered, but one was reversing towards them. He narrowed his eyes, "I've got this."
