The fully armed Jeep roared across the endless desert.
"Chase! Keep chasing them hard!"
Third Master Liu gripped the steering wheel, slammed the gas pedal, and shouted, "Don't let those Judgement Court bastards get that drop of the Ancient God's Blood, and definitely don't let that bastard Si Wei'an succeed! Butcher, ram them hard! The Ancient God's Blood is ours!"
As a director of You Ying Group, he rarely drove himself, but this time, he was truly in a frenzy.
His bloodshot eyes and distorted face gave him the look of a raging bull.
"Got it, Third Master!"
Butcher was equally thrilled. He wasn't interested in the Ancient God's Blood; he simply loved fighting.
Especially beating up members of the Judgement Court.
"Sister Moon Princess, are you okay?"
Miss Lan, seated in the back, turned to look at the young girl beside her. "Are your wounds still unhealed?"
