Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive. Hua Biao's face was dark, as if he might kill someone at any moment.
Luo Baochun was now too scared to even breathe heavily; he was truly intimidated by Hua Biao's aura next to him.
Especially the double-barreled shotgun in the other's hand; Luo Baochun worried that one wrong move might get his head blown off.
Although Tang Xiaoquan was not in the same car as Hua Biao, he could still see Hua Biao's tiger-like eyes glaring through the car window.
Regarding this, Tang Xiaoquan felt nothing but helplessness and worry.
He was just afraid that Hua Biao might lose control and charge forward recklessly.
Oh, Old Xu, Old Xu! How are things going on your end? Give me some information, or else, if this drags on any longer, I really won't be able to hold on!
Yes! Maintaining the current situation was already challenging enough for Tang Xiaoquan.
