The man on the cargo truck, wearing a black hat, quickly got out of the vehicle after opening the door.
And just at this moment, another black sedan abruptly stopped in front of him. The man opened the car door and directly sat in the back row, but before he could settle in, his head was against the dark muzzle of a gun.
Stuart Truman looked at him and softly spoke, "Nice plan."
The man's complexion stiffened, his hat already snatched away, he raised his hands not daring to make any rash moves.
Meanwhile, Emma River, who had been following from not far away, sat in the car and witnessed the sedan tumble down, her whole body sighing in relief, a trace of wild joy flashing in her eyes.
"I thought Joshua Sulliven was so extraordinary, turns out he's just this." Emma River took a deep breath, as if resolving a significant thorn in her side, her mood greatly improving.
