Hua Ji excitedly pulled out his phone at the first sight of the fiery explosion and called Mouse: "Mouse, good job! Hurry and check if Xu Xiangbei is dead, if not, finish him off!"
Mouse was weakly leaning on the roadside, gasping for breath, and stammered upon hearing Hua Ji's orders: "Hua... Hua Ji, I'm sorry, I messed up..."
"Hmm? What? You messed up?"
Hua Ji was slightly stunned, then immediately cursed: "Useless! Can't even handle such a small task! What's the point of you? Hurry up and chase, if you don't kill Xu Xiangbei tonight, don't bother coming back to see me."
"Hua Ji, I... I can't catch up to him, he's too fast..."
Mouse sighed helplessly.
Bang!
Hua Ji was so angry that he slammed his phone into pieces, frightening the seductive lady beside him.
Can't catch up?
Mind you, Mouse drives a Porsche!
A Porsche sport sedan actually can't catch up to a nearly scrapped Santana?
It's simply speechless.
