C227 Cross

The Bentley was shuttling back and forth in the narrow alleyway, its body already shaven. There were scratches on it, as if it had been scratched by a wild beast.

But Su Hao did not have the time to think about it. No matter how expensive a car was, it was not worth its life. If it was just him, he would most likely park the car and have a bloody battle with the group of assassins