"Look! There's a car!"
At this moment, a voice from a Sanhe Gang member drew everyone's attention. They saw an SSC supercar slowly driving out from the shadow of a tree under the small path ahead!
The supercar didn't make any sound, simply gliding like a ghost lurking in the dark night, sending chills down one's spine at first glance!
Seeing the car, a deep anxiety flashed across Xiao Cui's pretty face, while the young man's pallid face showed a hint of relieved smile.
His savior has come!
"Baka!"
Daimon Musashi's face turned vicious. Earlier, it was that unexpected silver needle that pierced his palm, causing his shot to miss.
At this moment, he felt the silver needle embedded in his flesh, his palm tingling with numbness. If he hadn't tried hard, the gun would have already dropped to the ground!
