Seeing his attack succeed, Mu Qingchuan's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile at this moment: "Qingxue, I'm slowing down the car now. You take control and bring it to a stop slowly."
"I got it."
Mu Qingxue nodded heavily, her fingers gripping the steering wheel, stabilizing the direction of the car's movement.
Mu Qingchuan said nothing more and directly opened the car door, jumping out from the high-speed vehicle. He rolled a few times on the ground to ease the force brought by the car, then pushed off with his legs, his whole body hurtling towards the Santana like a streak of lightning. At the same time, a few golden copper coins appeared in his palm. With a flick of his arm, the coins shot towards the sinister man sitting in the driver's seat like lightning.
"Not good!"
