"Looks like Brother Liu made quite a few modifications to his beloved car." Bai Zhou muttered inwardly, with a touch of relief.
Fortunately, both the body and the windows had been specially reinforced. Otherwise, under those powerful blows, the car would probably have burst apart long ago.
Instead of being like it was now—a safe fortress charging through a tide of Monsters, riding the wind and cleaving the waves, keeping the two people seated inside as steady as Mount Tai.
"The Major's Type III Black Warrior..." Bai Zhou looked out the window at the gigantic Monster racing along with its back hunched.
Reaching that speed on a slick elevated highway was something Bai Zhou had to admit he could not match.
If he infused himself with spirituality and forcefully erupted over a short distance, Bai Zhou could achieve that kind of speed. But that was the speed of striking, not long-distance running—there was an essential difference between the two. Otherwise, Bai Zhou would not have needed transportation.
These Monsters' physical capabilities were clearly inhuman. Lacking intelligence, they completely ignored fatigue and exhaustion, like hyenas chasing prey. He just did not know what level their combat ability was at.
"Let's see what they're made of."
With that thought, Bai Zhou rolled down the window and met the Monster's gaze.
The crimson eyes in the Type III Black Warrior's head, wrapped tightly in strips of black cloth, blinked twice.
It sprinted at full speed, desperately keeping pace with the Maserati. The moment it saw the window roll down, it immediately prepared to pounce.
But Bai Zhou was faster. He waved the enormous revolver in his hand.
He even grinned and nodded at the Black Warrior outside the window—as if saying, Hard work, buddy. Want a smoke?
At the same time, a huge