Xie Jiuhan elegantly changed the direction of the motorcycle. Before he left, the man raised his hand and pointed his middle finger at the Rolls-Royce not far behind him. At the same time, the temperature in the Rolls-Royce car plummeted. Even the driver couldn't help but shiver. He had also seen the middle finger of the man driving the motorcycle.
The driver was puzzled. Who was that man? How dare he point his middle finger at his young master? Did he know who his young master was?
The driver felt that because of this scene, he would be the first to be killed. The driver was kicked again, and the God Slayer's voice could immediately freeze. "What are you looking at? Hurry up and drive!"
