In the black briefcase, there was white powder.
In the white briefcase, several stacks of green US dollars were neatly piled.
He closed it again.
Lin Xian picked up the white briefcase, walked to the Harley motorcycle of the wiped-out Black Gang A, turned the key to the right, and kicked the starter—
Vroom vroom vroom vroom vroom vroom!
The large-displacement Harley motorcycle started roaring:
"CC, come quickly!"
Lin Xian waved to CC in the bushes.
CC was still in a state of shock, Lin Xian's skilled and smooth "heist combo" really frightened her.
"Fast, fast, faster!" Lin Xian urged.
He knew better than anyone else that reverse forced evasion also had a time limit; they could stand up in just over a minute.
Even two fists can't defeat four hands.
A perfect show-off must end with a successful exit.
"Oh oh."
CC snapped back to reality, quickly jumped onto the back seat of the Harley motorcycle, and hugged Lin Xian's waist tightly.
Vroom——————
