The car trailing behind clings tightly, always oscillating between a car and a half's distance. Shao Qinyi furrows his brows, keeping this up for long, maybe other cars will catch up.
"Chairman, should we take measures? This way I'm afraid there'll be other reinforcements." Shao Qinyi's speculation isn't baseless. After a burst of gunfire, the car that shot at them suddenly vanished, falling far behind. Now another car is tightly following them, and for them, they don't have any weapon to counteract. Besides, the crucial point is that here in Palermo, Quan Xianglin doesn't want any commotion, so quite often, they'll end up shrinking back.
"Shake them off!" Quan Xianglin lifts his head. Though he's still sandwiched in between, he's evidently not as panic-stricken as earlier.
Shao Qinyi remains silent. If he can't fight, he can only flee.
