The car flipped.
It flipped badly.
God of Wealth was a martial artist, after all. As the car spun through the air, he kicked the door off and dove out, clutching his head as he hit the ground. The car rolled away.
But Huo Wendong was not.
And the driver had not been wearing a seat belt, so he had been... flung out.
After flying through the window and hitting the ground, he could not get back up for a long while.
Ox Head leaned close to Ming Disha. "That God of Wealth is your son too?"
"No. But sometimes he can be."
"I don't get it."
"Someone will teach you later."
"Who?"
Before he could finish speaking, the pursuing car came speeding up from behind. Seeing that Huo Wendong's car had overturned, its occupants were thrilled!
The Three Brothers shouted together inside the car, "Yeah—!"
Then they high-fived one another in celebration.
Long Aotian said, "I knew he wouldn't get far!"
Zhao Ritian laughed. "Did Huo Wendong get himself killed?"
Lu Chengwen said, "Looks like there are other people too!"
The car screeched to a halt in front of them. Huo Wendong let out a howl. "Ah—! You ran over me! You ran over me! You ran over my leg! Lu Chengwen! You ran me over! You ran me over again—!"
Lu Chengwen hurriedly pushed open the door and got out, watching Huo Wendong scream beneath the car.
"Wendong, what are you doing under my car!? Get out here!"
Huo Wendong slapped the tire repeatedly. "Your car ran over me! Hurry! Move it!"
Long Aotian nudged Lu Chengwen and pointed over there.
Lu Chengwen turned his head. "You!?"
Ming Disha stood with Ox Head on his left and He Jinian on his right, smiling and nodding at Lu Chengwen.