"Head to Rose Street."
Liu Zheng said to the driver.
Even though they were prepared to bomb the monk, failure was a possibility that needed consideration.
If the action failed or was incomplete, they would have to rely on the doctor and his team to fiercely confront these bald-headed monks.
"Alright."
The driver floored the gas, and the Hound instantly galloped down the road with enthusiasm.
"Faster."
Liu Zheng urged.
The old monk's speed was terrifyingly fast, closing the distance to the tank in just a few blinks.
"As you wish."
The driver had been waiting for just this command.
He flipped open the cover next to the control stick, revealing a large red button, and then punched it.
A flower-shaped exhaust pipe composed of a main exhaust and a ring of secondary exhausts extended from the Hound's rear, spewing blue flames.
"Hiss!"
Seeing this through the periscope, Liu Zheng's sphincter tightened and he experienced a phantom pain.
