Chapter 843 Charge, Now
- Two battered old Santanas tore down the packed avenue like bats out of hell. Horns blared behind them. Drivers slammed their brakes, hearts in their throats, scrambling to get out of the way.
- Chasing them was a van, also leaning on the horn, gunning it at full tilt.
- “Chief Xiao, we’re about to lose ’em! How are two junk Santanas this fast?”