On the desolate street, three small cars sped swiftly, their engines roaring continuously, adding a toll of "noise" to this dead city.
Inside the escort vehicle, Long Er was relishing the ride.
Suddenly, an annoying burst of radio static seemed inopportune.
Long Er immediately flared up, cursing angrily, "Damn it, didn't I say to turn off the radio? Who the hell still has it on? Taking my words as bullshit?"
As soon as he said this, the other two in the car exchanged looks, staring at each other in confusion.
Clearly, they didn't have the guts to go against Long Er's orders, but the radio static indeed appeared.
While they were at a loss, the static buzzed again.
"Zzz! Zzz!"
Damn, now Long Er was truly furious; his previous enjoyment doused halfway by the irritating noise, he swung a slap back toward the nearest subordinate's head.
