Primordial God Was Born (Please Refresh)

The car glided through the city streets. Even rush hour could not slow it down.

Zhao Lei steered with one hand, paying little attention to the road. He tossed a Die in the other, looking entirely at ease. The police cars behind them had long since fallen far back.

"Huowang." Yang Na sounded frightened. If not for Li Huowang, she would never have gotten into the car.

"Don't be afraid. I'll explain later." Li Huowang's attention was entirely on Qian Fu. The balding middle-aged man had two gunshot wounds, both given only rudimentary treatment.

"Qian Fu! Can you hear me?!"

His breathing was faint, sometimes quick, sometimes stopping for several seconds. When Li Huowang lifted an eyelid, his pupil looked slightly unfocused.

"Qian Fu, if you're going to die, get up first and give the Heavenly Dao of Death to the Unborn Mother! If you can't manage that, at least die inside the White Jade Capital. Don't hand it to some outsider Siming!"

Li Huowang was growing anxious. Qian Fu had been fine when he left yesterday at noon. Not even twenty-four hours later, he was wounded this badly.

"Amon, when did Qing Wanglai make his move?" Crouching in the back seat, Li Huowang looked at the driver through the rearview mirror.

"My name is Zhao Lei. Let me see... It's about time." Zhao Lei took out an old flip phone, entered a number, and called it.

After a brief dial tone, he switched on the speakerphone and smiled. "Hey, Xiaoqing, can you tell your people to stop chasing us?"

The other end was silent for several seconds before Qing Wanglai's voice came through. [Ba Nanxu and Ba Shengqing are one thing. I never trusted Zhao Shuangdian's people from the start. But you managed to escape with Qian Fu. That