At the same time, a stretched Lincoln sedan was speeding through the streets, heading toward the direction of the Oscar family estate.
Behind it, a long line of trucks filled with people followed.
The atmosphere was tense, with a sense of impending violence.
Bowen sat in the Lincoln, his face twisted into a grimace, holding a long knife tightly in his hand, his muscles tense with the anticipation of violence.
"Zoom...!" At that moment, a sleek white Aston Martin raced past on the opposite street.
The Aston Martin and the Lincoln brushed past each other on the street...
In that instant, Bowen's heart couldn't help but tremble uncontrollably.
Because the speed of that car was too fast, he couldn't see the figure inside clearly.
But there was a vague sense of unease lingering around h
