BEEP BEEP!
The roads in the bustling district were congested.
Cars of various colors drove along the road, their horns blaring from time to time.
"How are you even driving? You managed to run into me."
"Sorry, sorry. I just zoned out for a second."
There was a rear-end collision at the intersection.
Ink Green Rattan, wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt and jeans, watched this from the back seat, looking through the rear window of the black sedan.
Although she was wearing a human-skin mask with the face of a young woman, she still felt uneasy. She frequently scanned the view outside her window, feeling as if someone was tracking her every move from every corner.
"Third Brother, are you sure we can get away?"
She couldn't help but ask, looking at the middle-aged man in the driver's seat.
He was wearing a gray hoodie, his arms corded with muscle and covered in tattoos of a minor gang's insignia for camouflage.
"Don't worry."
