Yang Luo glanced at the rearview mirror, then stepped on the accelerator and sped up.
Just as Yang Luo sped up, the two trucks behind him also sped up.
"Yang Luo, what's wrong?"
Su Qingmei, who was sitting in the back seat, asked in confusion.
"Yeah, why did it suddenly accelerate?"
Prajna was also puzzled.
" I just realized that the two trucks behind us have been following us," Yang Luo said in a deep voice." Now that I'm accelerating, they're also accelerating."
"Are we being followed?" Prajna asked in surprise.
"Yes."
Yang Luo nodded.
"Then who is following us?" Prajna asked.
"Other than those killers, who else could it be?"
"It seems that these assassins are going to fight me to the death tonight!" Yang Luo said lightly.
This is good too. If they come one, I'll kill one. If they come two, I'll kill a pair until they don't dare to provoke me again!"
