The man in black spoke to Thomas Shannon, immediately accelerating the car.
This road led to the airport, and there was a considerable amount of traffic.
They dared to make a move on this road; it wasn't hard to guess the power and fearlessness of their backers.
Bullets from silenced guns whizzed out, hitting the car's tires and causing the vehicle to quickly lose control.
"Master, it seems Thomas Shannon is in some trouble," the guard, noticing the scene ahead, said to Lucifer in the backseat.
"What's going on?"
"It looks like those men came prepared, seeking revenge."
Lucifer stroked his chin, tilting his head to look through the front windshield. Sure enough, Thomas Shannon's fleet was under attack.
They were now engaged in a fierce battle with the attackers.
"Master, should we help?" the guard asked.
Help? Lucifer chuckled. Thomas Shannon didn't seem like the type to willingly accept help from others.
