The truck's windows were bulletproof, and given it was such a heavyweight vehicle, regular bullets didn't stand a chance against it.
Yamamoto Yu was infuriated by Xi Nanfeng, but instead of exploding, he chuckled darkly. "Kid, it's best to keep a low profile in life, or you won't even know how you ended up dead." After saying this, Yamamoto Yu leaned toward Beichuan's ear and whispered something.
Beichuan received the order and turned to leave.
"Oh? You think I'm someone who's easily scared? Let me tell you this—low profile? What the hell is that? Hell no! I don't do low profile!"
Xi Nanfeng was completely immune to Yamamoto Yu's threats.
He was the kind who never played by the rules. Not knowing how to shoot? Big deal—it wasn't a problem for him. He was already a top-tier racer in his teenage years, and pulling off high-difficulty drifts was second nature to him.
