"Young master, he didn't die." The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and reported flatly to Lu Tianxing.
"This guy is really becoming something more than human. Ignore him. That was just a warning. If he dares get close again, he'll taste some bullets." Lu Tianxing sneered with disdain.
In the face of firearms, what is a Martial Artist with Dark Force after all? A single bullet to a vital point, and even with Dark Force, he'd be dead.
However, what he couldn't foresee was that Wang Longhu got back on his motorcycle and pursued them fearlessly.
The driver noticed this immediately and quickly informed, "Young master, he's coming again."
"So stubborn and unyielding, speed up for me! A car worth millions should shake off a motorcycle, right? If he catches up again, you won't need to work anymore." Lu Tianxing said angrily.
The driver's lips trembled; he had no choice but to step harder on the accelerator.
