Asher Hawn was nearly exhausted-not really exhausted, but the efficacy had just passed, and his hands and feet were still in the house. When he knocked out the bodyguard just now, he was already fighting hard, his footsteps were getting heavier and heavier, and the noisy running behind him seemed to be coming soon.
Asher Hawn gritted his teeth and ran forward, but he couldn't hold Michelle's car to stop him. In a short time, the high beam came and the white car sped by. The woman in the driver's seat turned the steering wheel hard and crossed the car directly in front of Asher Hawn.
Asher Hawn had to stop, took a step back subconsciously, frowning, and was very alert.
Michel's bodyguards also gathered around, and Asher Hawn was now like catching turtles in a jar, and he couldn't get away.