The departing middle-aged man navigated past ten or so cars to join his companions, grumbling unhappily, "Damn, those two kids don't know the way."
There were eight men and three women in their group, driving four off-road vehicles, each looking quite formidable.
"Driving a crappy little van, what's there to show off?" a young man couldn't help but muttered, "Should we teach them a lesson?"
"Forget it," another young man spoke up, appearing to be the leader, "Let's rest for half an hour. If they leave, we chase them down and block them… if they don't move, it's their luck."
Times have changed; all Feng Jun and his group wanted was to avoid chatting, but some people felt discontented watching them.
However, their hope to block the cars went unfulfilled, as Feng Jun and his two companions sat firmly like Mount Tai.
Finally, Sofia couldn't withstand them anymore and admitted, "The sacred power, I mean the Holy Water, it's really hard to obtain, and I secretly got a bottle."
