You were put undercover, and you've risen to become the boss.

Aung San nodded in agreement, his face grave.

"Ahui is right. The most dangerous time is after we leave the villa."

As soon as the three cars left the villa area and entered the main road, four or five cars followed closely behind them.

Peng Ying glanced at herself in the rearview mirror.

"Damn it, these guys aren't even trying to hide it anymore, they're openly following us."

Aung San Suu Kyi glanced at the situation behind him in the rearview mirror, then solemnly picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke to the truck in front of him.

"Speed ​​up to the maximum! No matter what, the longer we run, the safer we'll be!"

A truck in front suddenly accelerated and sped along the road.

Aung San Suu Kyi also stepped on the gas.

The vehicles following behind also began to accelerate, and the number of vehicles following them increased.

"Brother Shan, there's a red light ahead!"

Upon hearing the walkie-talkie, Aung San picked it up.

"Never mind! If there are no cars, just drive through!"

All vehicles ran the red light and continued speeding down the road.

Just as they were speeding along, a truck suddenly appeared in front of them, driving against traffic and crashing into the car in front. The driver's screams came through the walkie-talkie.

"Brother Shan, a truck crashed into us from ahead! They're trying to force us to stop!"

"Bang!"

No sooner had the words been spoken than a loud crash came from ahead. Two trucks had collided, and the powerful impact caused them to block the road.

Aung San slammed on the brakes and turned onto a side road on the left.

The truck swayed and wobbled several times on the road, nearly overturning.

This is a narrow path with many pedestrians and roadside vendors on both sides, making it impossible to speed up.

Aung San frantically honked his horn, urging people on both sides to disperse.

Several of the following vehicles stopped and headed straight for the truck that had crashed, while the remaining vehicles continued to follow closely. Once they realized the truck was empty, they would definitely chase after it again.

"What kind of road is this? There are so many people. Should we just run over it?"

Seeing the approaching vehicles, Peng Ying paced anxiously and blurted out something.

Upon hearing this, Chen Hui's expression changed, and he immediately stopped him.

"No, if we drive recklessly, the police will immediately cordon off the surrounding area. We're still far from the gas station."

Peng Ying looked at him.

"But at this speed, won't they be able to catch up?"

"Their goal is money. Once they recklessly drive off and cause an accident, the police will arrive and they'll lose their opportunity, so you can rest assured!"

"Before, we took the main road, and they figured out our route and arranged for trucks to block us. This time, we went through the city, and they couldn't figure out our route."

Aung San nodded in agreement.

"Ahui is right, but we also need to find a way to get rid of these people behind us!"

Walk through this alley and you'll arrive at the wholesale market.

The buildings here are all wholesale toy and clothing stores, and the streets are lined with small shops. It's so crowded that cars move at a snail's pace.

"Hold!"

Aung San slammed his hand on the steering wheel in anger and honked the horn frantically.

If it weren't for taking the money, he would have liked to just run over the truck. The lives of other people were nothing to him. If he did that, it would definitely cause public outrage, and he would definitely not be able to drive the truck away.

"Damn, they got off the bus!"

Peng Ying glanced at the situation behind her in the rearview mirror and her expression turned serious.

At such a slow speed, these people will surely catch up. The driver continues driving while the others get out and chase after them.

This stretch of road must be several hundred or even a thousand meters long, and it's incredibly congested.

"Old Peng, throw money around!"

Hearing this, Peng Ying was stunned. She looked at Aung San in surprise, then immediately understood. She pushed open the car door, got out, opened the cargo compartment, untied a bag, took out a stack of money, and closed the car door.

He picked up a stack of money and threw it directly into the sky behind him.

"Pick up the money!"

A stack of money scattered in the air, flying everywhere and falling to the ground.

The people around were stunned for a moment. One of them squatted down, picked up a card, and looked at it closely. He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Money! Real money!"

Upon hearing this, the stunned people around them snapped out of their daze.

They frantically started picking up money from the ground, jostling and crowding around.

"Get out of my way!"

"Fuck you, get out of the way!"

The people chasing behind immediately began shouting and cursing angrily, and started pushing these people.

Peng Ying quickly got back into the car, and as she walked, she threw money out the window and behind her.

Immediately, people in front of the truck rushed to the back to pick up the money, which significantly increased the truck's speed.

After moving for a few minutes, they finally left the congested section of road. Aung San immediately prepared to walk onto the main road, but just as he reached the intersection, several Jinbei vans blocked his way onto the main road.

A burly man got out of the car first, followed by several other cars, totaling more than thirty people.

"Mad Dog Qiang".

Chen Hui recognized the man at a glance; he was Wild Boar's trusted general.

"Damn it, Mad Dog Qiang, he really came to rob me! After this, I'll definitely kill him!"

Peng Ying cursed angrily.

If it weren't for escorting this money, he would have gotten out of the car right now and killed Mad Dog Qiang.

Aung San Suu Kyi immediately turned the car around. It was impossible to reverse behind, but the other exit was blocked by construction. Currently, only the gate under the building in the wholesale market was a viable exit.

However, in front of the gate, people were unloading goods; there was not only a truck, but also goods piled up on the ground.

Aung San drove over and honked the horn frantically, but while the car could move, the goods on the ground couldn't be moved, so he had to get out and move them.

"What do we do now?"

At the same time, the people behind them caught up, and in addition, there were many more people around them, staring intently at them. These people were divided into several groups, and were obviously not together.

"Stop them, buy them time!"

Chen Hui made a decision immediately.

Upon hearing this, Aung San's expression changed drastically, and he looked at him in disbelief.

"Ah Hui, there are some ruthless characters among these people, and there are quite a few of them."

There are already over a hundred people who have shown up, and Mad Dog Qiang's side has nearly thirty of them. If they get out of the car and confront them head-on, trying to hold them off, they may very well be stuck here forever.

"There's no other way. We need to find a way to move the goods in front of us, rush out, and delay them for as long as possible!"

After saying this, Chen Hui pulled out the shark cleaver from under the seat, wrapped it in a cloth, and jumped out of the car.

Seeing this, Peng Ying's eyes widened, her gaze flickering. She was engaged in a fierce internal struggle. The person who went down to cover the rear was likely to die. After hesitating for a moment, she also drew her shark cleaver and prepared to get off the vehicle.