"He Xin's men?" Ah Wu frowned. If they were He Xin's men, that would be somewhat troublesome.
GS did not care much about He Xin, the King of Gambling, but Ah Wu could not afford not to. Mainly, if He Xin intervened, completing this assignment would become difficult.
Ah Wu stepped on the gas and sped ahead. Moments later, he shot straight through an intersection just as the lights changed.
The car behind slammed on its brakes. Several men sat inside, and the driver punched the steering wheel in frustration.
He wanted to weave straight through like they did in the movies, but as soon as the light turned red, traffic started crossing from both sides. If he did not brake, the most likely outcome was a wrecked car and dead passengers.
But after crossing the intersection, Ah Wu turned his car around. As soon as the lights changed again, he floored the accelerator and rammed the car opposite him.
Bang!
Smoke rose from the fronts of both cars, their hoods buckled upward. The collision left the occupants dazed.
Ah Wu shook his head slightly, then pulled a knife from under his seat, pushed open the door, and walked toward the other car, his steps a little unsteady.
Tin Yeung-chi got out on the other side, his hand at his waist.
Ah Wu smashed the already cracked window with his knife handle and reached in to open the door, but someone inside suddenly drew a knife and stabbed at him.
Ah Wu stepped back and sliced across the back of the man's hand. The man immediately clutched it and screamed.
The tendons in his hand had been severed outright.
Ah Wu opened the passenger door, dragged the man out, and held his knife against his neck. "Who are you?"
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