On the rugged mountain road, Lin Fan watched the red taillights ahead from a distance.
In the quiet of the night, the scent of slaughter permeated the entire valley.
Until a call came through, Lin Fan immediately pressed the answer button, and Tang Xiaoshuang's voice came through.
"Young master, there's trouble ahead, these guys are ready!"
"Got it, I'll watch your performance soon!"
Lin Fan squinted as he looked at the dark, overlapping mountains ahead. Since the other side had made a move, he had to respond properly himself. At this quiet moment, a sudden loud noise came from the hillside, as a giant rock, two or three meters high, whistled towards the road, and the falling debris blocked the road at the foot of the mountain.
"No good, landslide!"
The convoy ahead quickly accelerated forward, and Nie Yinghong, sitting in Mayor Ma's car, hurriedly looked back, only to see the falling rocks completely block Lin Fan's car behind, as he quickly retreated, his gaze became cold.
