Fight By The Roadside

"President, we're safe now, right?"

Chen Zhao glanced at Engelite. "Safe? Nope, they're still behind us."

"What do we do?"

"Open the window."

Engelite opened the window and Chen Zhao poked his head out.

Then, he pointed his middle finger at the pursuing car.

"President, what are you doing?"

"Provoking them."

"And then?"

"Then they'll keep following us. How do we get them otherwise?"

"Can you beat them?" Engelite asked.

"Of course. Are you looking down on me?"

"Then why won't you just alight?"

"There are too many cars and people here. Shouldn't we, the Supernatural Organization, keep a low profile?"

"What? There has been no such rule."

"F**k, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Chen Zhao cursed. "Stop the car."

The car stopped by the roadside and Chen Zhao alighted.

In the car behind them—

"Daris, they stopped. What do we do?"

"Crash into them," Daris said.