"Focus on driving!"
Scarface snapped. "Let's unload this batch of goods first. We got lucky this time—snagged a clouded leopard, too. The buyer said they'll add thirty percent to the price."
Hearing this, Baldy chuckled and was just about to speak…
"WEE-WOO—WEE-WOO—WEE-WOO—"
Suddenly, the sound of a police siren came from behind.
The expressions on both men's faces changed at the same time.
Before they could say a word, flashing police lights appeared at the intersection ahead. Several traffic cops were setting up a roadblock, inspecting vehicles one by one.
"Damn it, how are they so fast?" Scarface's face was ashen.
"Boss, what do we do?" Baldy panicked.
"Turn right! Get on the service road. I remember there's an old alley over there we can cut through!" Scarface said quickly, his eyes scanning ahead as he pointed.
