Bab 423: Chapter 207: Not a Word of Longing, But Every Letter Shows Concern

With a resounding boom, thunder echoed across the night sky of the West Coast, causing passersby on the pedestrian street to look up curiously, noticing not a single cloud above them to explain the thunder.

A silver Porsche zoomed by the curb, brazenly crossing the intersection.

"Didn't expect the Babel Tower Organization to be this wealthy, even the car they'd randomly hijack is a damn Porsche," Lu Bu'er drove the stolen car, and truth be told, he didn't even have a driver's license. He hadn't bothered to learn to drive separately after his metamorphosis, but who had time to consider that under the circumstances.

When the car's been jacked, having a driver's license is irrelevant.

"I'd suggest you speed up."

Medanzo, reclining in the backseat with his hands behind his head, gasped and complained, "We've already been locked onto by that crazy woman. If it weren't for us holding the hostage she needs, we would have been struck to ashes by ten billion bolts of lightning by now..."