12.7mm caliber up against 9mm caliber.
A complete crush of the thick over the thin!
Two streams of smoke dragon emerged from He Jie's nostrils, his grin fierce, "Looks like you're not very friendly."
Cold sweat instantly slid down everyone's heads in the car.
"This time, the Xinma Convoy admits defeat. Whatever you decide, we're listening."
A rough voice came from the rear driver seat, sounding like someone who's drunk too much white liquor, ruining their throat.
He Jie turned his head to look, a man with dragon and tiger tattoos sat in the rear of the driver's seat, with a high brow bone and a cold look in his eyes.
Upon hearing this sentence, He Jie instantly recognized him.
"From Xinma County?"
"Yes."
If Su Huan were here, he'd probably be clueless, but He Jie had long memorized the map along the train's journey.
