Clash with the Scaldriths

Duan Yao's expression was equally grim. "They must've done it on purpose. Those two hover cars came from the opposite lane. If they were on autopilot, the chances of veering off were practically zero. If it was manual control, that's even more suspicious."

Rafael didn't hesitate.

He swung the car door open and stormed out, striding toward the two massive hover cars that had conveniently stopped on the ground, his face as menacing as a storm.

Just as he was about to approach, the doors of the hover cars opened, and several figures stepped out.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Rafael halted, fixing them with a hostile glare as he questioned them.

"You actually didn't die?" One of the men looked genuinely surprised.

Another chuckled playfully. "Yeah, I even adjusted my course slightly—thought I could at least take out one or two of you."

Rafael's explosive temper was instantly ignited by their words.