The driver's eyes lit up. After estimating it to be at least ten thousand pounds, he was instantly energized like he'd been injected with adrenaline. He stomped on the gas pedal and raced forward furiously.
"Block that car." Wen Zao threw another stack of bills over.
The driver barely thought before pushing to maximum speed, leaving two dark tire tracks on the ground and drifting straight to block the van ahead.
The van abruptly hit the brakes at the same moment.
"What the hell's going on—are we cursed or something?" The scar-faced man in the backseat smacked the driver's head.
"Boss, look—" The driver, full of grievance, pointed to the taxi blocking their way.
The scar-faced man squinted his eyes. They were being tailed?!
But after sweeping a glance at the road ahead and behind, he didn't see any police cars or other vehicles besides the obstructive taxis. Only then did he slightly relax.