The Taru Race, inside the Space-Time Fragment.
The Jeep bounced over the decaying leaves, and Gobi gripped the car door handle tightly, secretly shocked.
On the way here, he had heard others mention the boss's wisdom and strength.
This time, he volunteered himself to participate.
The main intention was to learn.
Of course, as a man, subconsciously, there was also a part of him quietly competitive.
Now, when it comes to combat awareness, he genuinely felt a little admiration.
So how to break this situation?
He couldn't think of a solution, so he asked, "Boss, what do we do now? Go back?"
"Retreat for now, but before leaving, we should leave our dear friends a little gift."
Lin Yi smiled slyly, suddenly turned the steering wheel sharply, and the tires screeched against the pile of leaves.
He slammed on the accelerator, heading towards the barricade.
"Throw a gift every 150 meters or so!"
"Yes, Boss! I've got it!" Da Chuan shouted.
