Inside the SUV, San's face began to slowly turn red.
Warning! Warning!
"Third Brother, don't rush!"
Fourth Brother knew San's temper well, and quickly said, "Chen Wen is deliberately trying to provoke us! There's no need to go too fast, maintaining this speed to catch up is enough. Can that horse keep running indefinitely?"
San nodded, a fierce look flashing in his eyes: "I'm confident, that little bastard, soon I'm going to run right over his head!"
Upon hearing this, the others in the car fell silent.
They knew that the third-ranked brother in the organization was already angry.
This man's temper was already volatile; being provoked only made him more furious, and they'd better hold on tight for what's next!
Fourth Brother also noticed that San was still accelerating; the speedometer needle had pushed past the dashboard.
At this speed, if something happened, they would be dead for sure!
