By then, Li Ergou had the accelerator floored, pushing the speed up to 180 km/h, which sent a chill down Wang Jie's spine.
"Dammit, kid, you're really risking it all, huh? Get closer to them, I'll take care of the lot," Wang Jie said.
As he spoke, Wang Jie rolled the car window down, stuck his body out, ready to leap onto the other car at any moment.
However, up ahead, the underling driving was so scared that he had already wet his pants. Originally, Zhao Long wanted the underling to ram Wang Jie, but the underling had lost all courage.
Seeing Wang Jie closing in, Zhao Long glared fiercely at the driving underling and, the next second, picked up a handgun. Sticking his head out, he immediately took two shots at Wang Jie's side.
Bang bang, the two gunshots flustered both Li Ergou and Wang Jie, who absolutely hadn't expected Zhao Long to dare use a gun.
"Are you fucking crazy? Are you sick in the head?"