He strode into the garage and directly sat in the driver's seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, slamming the gas pedal.
Watching the decisively departing car, Locke opened the door of the Porsche beside him and muttered, "What's up with the boss?"
Ned Faris got in the car and coldly spoke, "Stop babbling, follow them quickly!"
At that moment, Patrick Faris and Rowan were already seated in the car.
Locke stepped on the gas pedal, and the Porsche took off in a cloud of dust, chasing after the dust-raising Rolls-Royce Phantom ahead.
The two luxury cars sped through the streets of River City, when suddenly, several more luxury cars appeared on their left and right.
As soon as these luxury cars appeared, they accelerated sharply, trying to stop Adrian Davies's car.
"Brazen fools!" Adrian's eyes, dark as ink, narrowed coldly, and with a swift turn of the steering wheel, he forced a nearby luxury car off the main road.
Yet this was far from over.
