"Lucas, watch out!" Jordan exclaimed while turning the steering wheel sharply!
Screech!
Amid the ear-piercing screech of the brakes, the Land Rover drifted with a sharp swing of the rear, dodging the SUV by a close shave.
The SUV was tall and sturdy. If it really collided with Jordan's Land Rover, the two of them would probably be the ones to suffer.
"It seems someone came to die." Lucas looked at the SUV outside the car window.
After failing to hit the Land Rover, the SUV stopped, and a burly man in his forties wearing a black robe with the word 'Peerless' embroidered in gold thread stepped out of it.
Lucas narrowed his eyes. "This time, it's someone from the Peerless Martial Association."
The people of the Peerless Martial Association were extremely arrogant, and they had always been proud of themselves. Thus, wherever they went, they would wear the association's uniform with the word 'Peerless' embroidered in gold or silver.