Shi Da glanced coldly at the subordinate beside him and spoke icily. Seeing Shi Da's fierce expression, the subordinate quickly appeared submissive and apologetic.
"Boss, I'm sorry! It's my fault!"
"Slap…"
The subordinate slapped himself repeatedly on the face.
"Shut up, I need to sleep!"
Upon hearing the sounds of the slaps, Shi Da shouted angrily!
The next moment, the extended Lincoln became unusually quiet…
After about an hour of driving, the car reached the outskirts, where there was nothing but some tall trees—no brick nor tile in sight…
"Boss, we've arrived."
Once the car came to a halt, a subordinate gently shook the sleeping Shi Da.
"Hmm?"
Shi Da slightly opened his eyes, rubbed his right eye, and looked out the window, squinting at the glaring light!
"Quickly, give me my sunglasses, damn it! Can't you get anything right?"
"Okay, okay!"
