"Why are you yelling? Focus on driving!" Hao Jian glanced at Chen Tianlong up ahead, feeling quite tense, but he knew under these circumstances, Chen Tianlong wouldn't be able to stop them.
Chen Tianlong drifted through several bends ahead, leaving the opponents far behind. He needed to buy time and then stop their car.
Finally, at the last bend, Chen Tianlong stopped the car, ran over to a large rock, took a deep breath, and pushed it onto the road.
After finishing all this, Chen Tianlong held three small stones in his hand. After all, he was coming from school today and naturally didn't have throwing knives with him. He didn't know if the group had guns, and the only thing he could use at the moment was the small stones.
The crucial thing was that Wu Mengting was in their hands; otherwise, with just these three guys, Chen Tianlong wouldn't even worry about them.
