Under the glaring high beams, Yan Tan could clearly see someone still standing on the roof of the vehicle.
The man wore pitch-black battle armor and a sinister Black Iron Mask, holding a spear pointed downward that radiated an icy chill.
The cold wind stirred the hem of his clothing. Before twenty vehicles hurtling toward him, he seemed as insignificant as a mantis trying to stop a cart.
Yet that invisible pressure reached through the windshield and clamped tightly around Yan Tan's throat.
"Never Checks the Fuel Gauge?"
An ominous premonition rose in Yan Tan's heart. He hadn't left?
At the same time, the other members of the Windchaser Alliance saw him too.
"Holy shit, boss, that's Never Checks the Fuel Gauge, isn't it? He actually stayed! What do we do now?"
"Yeah, that's Never Checks the Fuel Gauge! He's supposed to be insanely strong. Are we still going to charge him?"
"Boss, make a decision already! We should still have time to run!"
A man's reputation preceded him, and Su Ye's name carried enormous weight in the C13 Zone.
Seeing that Su Ye hadn't been lured away, the members of the Windchaser Alliance began to panic.
Yan Tan's expression darkened as well. He hadn't expected Never Checks the Fuel Gauge to stay, having guessed their intentions and lain in wait for them here.
He would have been lying if he said he wasn't worried, but they had already come this far. Retreat was no longer an option.
Besides, even if they retreated, Never Checks the Fuel Gauge wouldn't let them go. They would stand even less of a chance if he picked them off one by one.
"All of you, shut up!"
Yan Tan roared in the alliance channel, his voice laced with vicious resolve. "He's just one man,