Around seven cars were moving on the hushed road. The speeding cars and their roars reverberated in the pin-drop silence environment. One of the men from cars that were following Weylin Turner put his head out of the window. He pointed his gun, aiming at the tires of Weylin's car to shoot and puncture them. Narrowing his eyes, the man pulled the trigger and the bullet escaped from his gun. But Weylin's driver, being one the best drivers of the mafia world, flawlessly escaped from the aim.

"They are quite skilled," Weylin Turner muttered as he tightened the grip on his gun.

He kept eyeing the speeding cars that were trying to get close to his car. As the cars were about to get close, Mr. Green kept speeding, escaping swiftly. Soon they reached an area that was far away from the residential area.

Now things will get a bit easier.

Weylin smirked as everything was going according to his plan. Soon they reached a road that had a lot of smaller roads joining it.

"We should get Weyl