His Spiritual Sense swept ahead. Not far away, someone was hiding by the roadside and had thrown out a strip of tire spikes. He knew the matter was far from over.
The Pickup Truck rushed out wildly. William floored the accelerator, and by the time he saw the tire spikes, there was no way he could stop the vehicle.
Bang! Screech! The tires hit the spikes. The Pickup Truck immediately lost control and veered to one side.
"Oh! Damn it!" William shouted, trying desperately to control the Pickup Truck's steering wheel. But no matter what he did, he could not straighten the vehicle. It skidded sideways, then rolled over.
With William's driving skills, even a blown tire should not have caused the vehicle to roll over. But there were not only tire spikes on the road, but also barricades, which was why the Pickup Truck overturned.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in Siem Reap, after Soka withdrew from the bar street, he went to one of his safehouses for security reasons.
"Bastard!" Soka viciously hurled his phone to the floor and cursed.
He had just received word that the enemy in the bar had not died. Worse, they had wiped out both squads that had rushed in. Anyone who heard this outcome was utterly shocked.
No one had expected the enemy in the bar to be so powerful.
Soka was now riding the tiger. The entire bar street had been shut down. Never mind the enormous losses involved—the impact alone was enough to make his heart ache. And this impact might be more than he could afford to compensate for.
Moreover, when he shut down the entire bar street, the person in charge of Siem Reap City, and even a high-ranking Cambodian official, both called him to ask what had happened and