Sean nodded and made a fish-taking-the-bait gesture at Zander.
Then, the two men exchanged the safes in their respective compartments without making any noise.
The two trucks set off and began their respective routes.
There was a wide road after leaving the city.
No one lived there, so the traffic was also scarce.
After driving for some distance, Sean, who was driving, saw a light in the distance.
As they drove closer to each other, the lights became more glaring.
Daniel, who was sitting in the passenger seat, complained.
“What the heck? Does the car in front of us know how to drive? Why use the high beam? It’s so bright. Are they not scared of blinding other drivers and crashing into them?”
“Here they come,” Sean said.
“Huh?” Daniel was confused. He had no idea what Sean was talking about.
“Sky High Organization,” Sean added.
Once Sean said that, Daniel’s and the other’s vision gradually adjusted.
More than 40 cars came this way, all with their high beams on.
Many high-beam lights shone on the truck.
Instead of slowing down, they swerved over.
Daniel shouted when he saw this, “Gosh! Are these guys out of their minds? Are they going to crash into us? What’s wrong with them?”
Two cars had hit the front of the truck.
“Daniel, sit tight.”
“Huh?”
Sean suddenly switched to fifth gear and stepped hard on the gas pedal.
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