"Move faster, I don't need your help!"
Sambalo lay on the ground, roaring at Lin Yi.
"Stop the damn nonsense, I don't have time to get sentimental with you."
"Get lost!"
Sambalo used all his strength to shove Lin Yi away.
"If you two came to save me, then none of the three of us will get out alive!"
He raised the gun in his hand and, lying on the ground, unleashed a wild barrage at the cars pursuing from behind.
Amid the hail of bullets, Mammon's team was delayed, creating a slim chance for Lin Yi and Zhang Long to escape.
"Mr. Dak, the situation doesn't look great. Facing people who aren't afraid of death might cause trouble."
With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Dak's expression remained indifferent.
"Do you really need to ask me about this? Don't you already know what to do?"
The driver, slightly nervous, hastily replied:
"Yes, we know what to do."
With those words, the driver grabbed the radio.
"Focus your fire."
"Copy that!"
