"This whole truck is full of bombs, aren't you scared?"
Zhang Beixing leaned back in the passenger seat, adjusted the seat to its lowest position, and lay back casually, bored, he asked.
The bombs in the truck posed no real threat to him. If it weren't for the potential danger to ordinary citizens, he wouldn't bother to get involved at all.
Although his strength exceeded the average human's, he wasn't like the Black Robe Patrol Team; he wouldn't act so inhumanly.
He always tried his best to protect civilian safety.
Little Wang was already driving nervously, breaking out in cold sweat not just on his forehead; even his back was soaked.
Initially, when he approached Zhang Beixing, he wasn't afraid.
Not only was he unafraid, he was even a bit excited and thrilled because he was about to meet his idol.
Who could understand that exhilarating feeling!
But once he sat in the driver's seat and touched the steering wheel, the tension hit him hard.
