C156 Bastard! Fatty Wang!

Fan Cunlong who was inside the carriage did not say a word, he lowered his head, his eyes slanted upwards, and stared fixedly at the bright military jeep that caught up to him in the rearview mirror.

As the distance between them slowly increased, about fifteen meters away, a small melon once again flew toward the driver's seat of the car, drawing a beautiful arc from Fan Cunlong's hand