"You fu-king pu-sy!"
Seeing the SUV coming straight at him, Anthony Soling's forehead twitched as he cursed and quickly scrambled up from the ground to get out of the way.
While he was undoubtedly the bad guy, how come the FBI agents in this SUV seemed even worse, not hesitating to run someone over?!
The SUV was moving much faster than Anthony Soling had anticipated; he had barely gotten up when the vehicle was upon him, leaving no time to escape.
With no other choice, Anthony Soling gritted his teeth, jumped up on the spot, and leaped onto the hood of the SUV.
Thump—
A muffled sound as Anthony Soling slammed down hard on the SUV's hood, he clung to the edge of the hood to steady himself, bearing the pain as he raised his head to finally get a clear look at Luo An who was driving.
