Sacred Rome: Kevin, the River Dragon

Kevin, the River Dragon of Sacred Rome

When his companion suddenly croaked, the driver jolted in fright.

He immediately picked up speed, no longer caring about the uneven road.

Huang Kaiwen did not give chase at full speed. Instead, he trailed behind them.

It was easy to drive off the highway, but much harder to get back up.

The pickup's rear wheels kept spinning uselessly.

Its engine roared like a tractor.

When it finally managed to climb back up, it shot forward several meters. Huang Kaiwen threw a Batarang from afar, driving it straight into the front left tire.

The tire suddenly blew out, but the accelerator was still floored. The pickup rolled several times across the road before plunging off the cliff.

Huang Kaiwen shook his head and prepared to head back.

If they had not pulled guns, Huang the Ball King might even have spared them. The whole world knew that Huang the Ball King was the most magnanimous man around.

When Huang Kaiwen returned, he found the RV parked by the roadside, with Ramos now behind the wheel.

"Where's Filippo?" Huang Kaiwen asked.

"There was another rider behind us. Filippo forced him to stop with the RV and wanted to finish him off, but the guy had a gun. Filippo got shot in the ass while turning around to run," Ramos said.

"Is he all right?" Huang Kaiwen asked.

"It's nothing serious. The gun was an antique from after World War II. We'll take him to the hospital later and have it treated," Ramos said.

"Mm." Huang Kaiwen nodded. "I'll head to the back first. Drive us to Durban."

Ramos nodded as well.

Huang Kaiwen was not playing favorites. He simply did not trust Inzaghi.

If Ramos was driving, Huang Kaiwen naturally did not need to sit