Fate was now going berserk, reaping lives left and right.
Hao Yincai was so terrified he screamed, "Shit, what the hell is happening?"
Hao Yaoyong was lying flat on the ground, crying, "Second Uncle, are we being hit by terrorists?"
Hao Yinjian shouted desperately, "Doesn't matter right now, just floor it and get out of here!"
Hao Yincai nodded frantically, but hadn't yet slammed the gas pedal. Up ahead, the Toyota Prado was already reversing wildly in a panic.
The underling inside was so scared he pissed his pants.
Didn't matter what was behind anymore—they crashed straight into the Land Rover, slamming it backwards down the road.
Hao Yincai yelled into the intercom, "Fuck, are you guys trying to get us all killed?"
"Murder! Someone's killing us!"
"Fall back now!"
"There are dead bodies, everyone's dead!"
The radio was filled with screams—no one was answering him.
Both cars shot backward, tires screeching in agony across the asphalt.
