However, turning to his companions, he found that they were all clenching their fists in hatred, especially Lin Xioran.
She was gnashing her teeth almost to the point of breaking them.
"Don't let them affect you. I know you are angry, but remember our goal." Uncle Jun advised.
"But I truly want to kill them." Even Xiao Jun was getting impulsive.
As they talked, the group of people seemed to recognize them through the open windows and immediately greedy expressions surfaced on their faces.
They wanted this car.
"Hey, stop the car or we will blow up the tires and you won't escape this time even if you fight to the death." The leader of the thugs shouted.
His face was ragged with a long scar decorating his face from the base of his nose to his forehead.
He was as ugly as hell yet his confidence was through the roof.
No one inside the car spoke.
Uncle Jun ordered, "Close the windows and remain inside the car."
Without another word, everyone sitting near a window closed it.
