"Lin Chuan, you better not go," Silver Fox spoken up, "I can send someone in my stead. The mafia people are too brutal."
"Silly, how could I let you go alone?" Lin Chuan smiled and then said: "No matter how brutal the mafia people are, how can they be any match for me?"
After a brief silence, Silver Fox said: "I'm just worried about you."
"With my strength, why would you worry?" Lin Chuan reassured, "Just relax."
The car sped along the road, with vehicles whizzing by. Texas had plenty of racing enthusiasts, with various luxury cars speeding on the freeway. The speeds were so fast that many cars surpassed Silver Fox's Mercedes. Even though the Mercedes was well-insulated, the roaring of engines from outside still felt penetratingly sharp.
After half an hour of speeding, the car finally arrived in a bustling downtown area of the western district. Even at night, the place was bustling, with many cars slowing down after exiting the highway.
