Whitehead.
To Qin Fan, this was by no means an unfamiliar place. Here, he had slaughtered the Third-Rank Crystal Core Jiao Dragon. Here, he had witnessed the shame of Ma Yunbin being caught in a honey trap. And here, he had also covertly destroyed a Martial World gang and a bar. With such experiences, his memory of the small town remained vivid, even after being away for dozens of days.
The car entered the bustling Shuidong area, the town's center. Just as Qin Fan was surveying the streetscape outside the window, a loud bang suddenly erupted. The car jolted violently, throwing both Zhuge and Qin Fan forward in the back seat. The young driver in the front slammed against the deployed airbag as the entire front of the car crumpled from the impact.
Were we rear-ended?
"Boss, I, I, I—!" The young hired driver's face was etched with panic as he immediately turned to Qin Fan and Zhuge.
