Vrrr~!
The engine roared as Bai Xiaotian drove the business sedan as if it were a supercar.
Of course, a feeling was just a feeling. Even if he stomped the accelerator through the fuel tank, he could not make the sedan reach several hundred kilometers per hour. At most, it could approach two hundred kilometers per hour as it sped toward Trat Airport.
He was nearly sixty this year, yet his hands and feet remained nimble when handling a car like this. After all, he had once been a Martial Artist. Though he had been crippled for decades, some of his old neural reflexes remained. Driving fast was no challenge for him.
Moreover, although his body showed some signs of old age, his foundation remained. In truth, he aged far more slowly on the inside than people of the same age.
Chen Mo sat in the passenger seat without the slightest expression on his face, merely looking ahead. Even as the car swayed from side to side, it did not affect him at all. He remained firmly seated in the passenger seat.
Nor did he say anything about Bai Xiaotian pushing the car to its limits. No matter how fast this car went, it felt like nothing to him. Even if there were a car accident, he could ensure his own safety.
His Spiritual Sense was spread out, scanning the surroundings.
He had just fired his guns, so naturally, he knew there was a high chance it would bring unnecessary trouble. Yes, Siam's Grey Skin were nothing more than trouble in his eyes.
Even if he went through what had just happened again, he would still fire.
He felt no pity whatsoever for those fellows wearing hats that covered their heads and faces. For one thing, those people had intended