Under the vast night sky, two luxury cars sped along the road beside the fields, one behind the other.
"Screech!!"
The sound of tires scraping against the ground rang out, and the Lamborghini speeding ahead suddenly slammed on the brakes and stopped.
"Who's so wicked, parking the car horizontally on the road." Ling Xiaoyu got out of the car, looking at the truck parked sideways in the middle of the road, and frowned.
"Huh, why did that cool little chick suddenly stop?"
Qin Yang accelerated, caught up, and with the headlights, he also spotted the truck blocking the road. Immediately, his face turned slightly solemn, and both he and Ruan Xinxue got out of the car.
"Why is there a truck here?" Qin Yang squinted his eyes slightly.
Clatter!
Just as Qin Yang finished speaking, the truck's compartment door was opened from inside, and about a dozen men holding machetes and sticks jumped out. Each wore nylon stockings over their heads, distorting their faces—the very image of robbers.
