"Is your life more important or is money more important, you idiot!"
Qiao Ahu couldn't hesitate anymore and snatched the briefcase from Xiao Zhao's hands, then threw it out with a backhand throw.
There was a loud bang—the briefcase exploded right behind the car. Fireballs flew everywhere, scattering money in all directions. Despite the car's high speed, being over a hundred meters away from the *bomb, the powerful blast wave still flipped the car over, causing the black van to roll several times on the road.
"Damn it, he's a curse!" Qiao Ahu was scratched and bruised all over, but luckily he had no serious injuries. He turned to look at the driver next to him and feared he had already passed out after smacking his head on the steering wheel.
"Xiao Zhao, Xiao Zhao, are you okay?"
"Uncle Qiao, pull me out quickly!" Xiao Zhao's cries came from the back seat.
"Don't move around, Uncle Qiao will call for help right away."