Cuntou originally wanted to say he was following orders, but he no longer had the chance. Ye Qingfeng struck like lightning and slit his throat with an iron nail.
The driver was so scared he wet his pants; he finally understood why their boss had told them to be cautious, realizing this person was truly terrifying.
"Drive." Ye Qingfeng finally spoke, his voice as flat as if it emerged from the Nine Netherworld Hell.
"If we don't reach the destination in ten minutes, you'll experience a fate worse than death."
"Okay, okay, don't kill me," the driver said, his voice trembling as he slammed on the gas pedal.
No doubt about it, the driver believed this God of Kill would absolutely keep his word.
The Volkswagen sped through the streets, racing faster and faster until it reached an increasingly remote area, finally stopping outside an isolated courtyard.
Estimating the time, they should have arrived in less than ten minutes.
