"Yes."
At the same time, Mo Nanjue floored the accelerator. His eyes narrowed, and understanding the hint, the driver in the backseat leaned over with a gun next to the left window.
Tong Ran bit her lip nervously, "Mo Nanjue, be careful."
"Don't worry."
The sedan zipped forward. Mo Nanjue turned the steering wheel and just missed the rear of the car in front, which, as he predicted, swerved. "One," the man said when the moment was right.
After the driver chambered a round in his pistol and rested his index finger on the trigger, he said, "Ready, Young Master."
Mo Nanjue nodded his head, "Two."
Almost simultaneously, right after he uttered "Two," Luo Xiao stamped hard on the brakes, turned his head back, and said to the muscular giant, "Shoot!"
"Three."
No sooner had the word "Three" left his mouth than the car in front suddenly stopped. Caught off guard, Mo Nanjue, but the driver behind had already opened the window after hearing "three"—
