Ye Fan praised Luo Badao: "If it weren't for him having a backup plan, we would have been killed by Luo Yanni."

"This kid has a conscience!"

While Ye Fan and Ling Guojiang were discussing quietly, Luo Badao, who was sitting in the Rolls Royce, picked up a cigar.

"Seeing as these two guys are so cooperative, I won't take any chances today."

He touched the bug in his ear and hummed: "Let them live a few more days to attract firepower for me."

While he was talking, the convoy was almost at the foot of the mountain.

The lane is a large arc, turning, the car slows down, and the Rolls-Royce also slows down.

Luo Badao puffed out a puff of smoke and looked at the sky in Hengcheng with great pride.

But the next second, his expression stiffened.

The two Luo family bodyguards subconsciously raised their heads, and when they saw it, their eyes were shocked, so shocked that they could hardly speak.

In the field of vision, on the hill fifty meters away, a man was half-kneeling, wearing a mask, and carrying a rocket on his shoulder.

The mouth of the barrel is firmly locked on the Rolls-Royce.

Luo BaDao roared angrily: "No -" "Whoosh!"

With a sharp sound, the rocket sprayed out and hit the Rolls-Royce hard.

"boom!"
Chapter completed!