Bang!

The vehicle suddenly swerved to the side.

"Damn it!" Old Ghost struggled to stabilize the steering wheel, swearing out loud.

But because he had been maintaining a high speed, it was already remarkable that he managed to keep control after one tire blew out.

Now, with two tires blown, no matter how much Old Ghost struggled with the steering wheel, the car uncontrollably flipped to the right.

Old Ghost watched helplessly as the car overturned, instinctively leaning back.

Thunk!

Screech!

The car driven by Old Ghost flipped on its side, skidding across the road, metal scraping against the hard surface, sending out a shower of sparks.

The vehicle skidded for about twenty meters before it finally came to a stop.

Old Ghost was lucky. Sitting on the left in the driver's seat, the car flipped to the right, and the right window smashed into the ground, shattering instantly.

Even the right seat was deformed.

Old Ghost was suspended in the car, and he removed his mask, which had shielded him somewhat from the impact of the glass shards earlier.

Nonetheless, a couple of glass splinters had pierced through the mask, embedding into his face.

Old Ghost used his left hand to force open the left door and then grabbed the door with his left hand while using his right hand to unbuckle the seatbelt.

His body slid down due to gravity, and he struggled to crawl out of the car.

Grrr!

Third Uncle and his men arrived in their car, surrounding him from the front and back.

After Old Ghost crawled out of the car, he fell onto the road and quickly reached for the handgun at his waist, ready to fight back. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

But at that moment, he heard a deep male voice behind him.

"Don't move. Move again, and I'll blow your head off."

Tap, tap, tap!

Old Ghost listened as the footsteps behind him slowly approached, a glint of refusal in his eyes.

He was unwilling. He had painstakingly established such a great Motorcycle Gang. Given more time, he was sure he could achieve even greater glory.

But all of it was ruined by this unknown force.

So, he used his right hand to obscure the man's line of sight with his back and slowly pointed the gun backward, moving his body slightly.

He could guarantee that the moment he turned his head, he could fire.

"You can put down the gun in your right hand." Suddenly, Old Qin appeared in front of Old Ghost, pointing a gun at his head, speaking abruptly.

Old Ghost's right hand trembled, and he looked up.

"It's you!" Old Ghost stared at Old Qin in front of him, both exclaiming in shock.

Old Qin also looked at Old Ghost in shock.

Old Ghost had always worn a mask before, so they had never seen his face.

After blowing up the car, Old Ghost finally took off his mask.

Despite the glass shards on Old Ghost's forehead and chin, Old Qin recognized him.

"Shi Pingsheng?!" Old Qin blurted out.

"Qin Tianle?!"

Third Uncle and Ant hurried over upon hearing this.

Old Ghost looked at Third Uncle, Ant, and Jackals in shock.

Upon seeing these people, Old Ghost gave a bitter laugh and dropped the gun from his right hand to the ground.

He knew that facing these people, there was no chance of escape, no possibility of fleeing.

Third Uncle stared at Old Ghost in front of him, memories from many years ago flooding back like a tide.

The first time he saw Old Ghost was when he had just started forming the Special Forces unit.

He received orders from his superiors to select suitable members from various military districts.

Old Qin, and Old Ghost here, were included as potential candidates.

Out of the dozens included, they had to undergo assessments, and after rounds of examinations, only ten remained.

But Third Uncle needed only six, so he selected from those ten.

Finally, Old Ghost and two others were eliminated, leaving only Old Qin and the others.

Back then, Old Ghost's performance wasn't bad; among the ten, his shooting ability was in the top four.

Yet, Third Uncle eliminated him.

Afterwards, when Old Ghost didn't join the Special Forces, he returned to his original unit.

Years later, after retiring, Old Ghost was dissatisfied with his assignment, unhappy with factory life, and filled with frustration.

He began to hate society, resent the country, directing his anger from being downsized into retaliating against society.

Initially, his means of retaliation were petty thefts when he left the factory and committed several thefts.

Until one time, caught red-handed by three policemen during a theft, he fled in panic into a dead-end alley. Seeing no way out, he decided to fight back, using the combat skills and strong physique honed in the military to injure the three officers and subsequently escaped.

Later, he applied to become a bodyguard for a wealthy man and later conspired with the wealthy man's mistress to murder him and split the wealth. Ultimately, he killed both and took millions in cash for himself.

He then fled abroad, committing crimes as he roamed.

Eventually, he became internationally wanted, but this Old Ghost started to lay low, seemingly disappearing.

Unexpectedly, he was encountered again in this doomsday.

Third Uncle looked at this familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar man before him, seeing his graying hair, feeling a surge of emotion.

"Why?" Old Ghost suddenly asked, staring intently at Third Uncle.

"Why didn't you let me join back then?"

Although Old Ghost didn't finish his sentence, Third Uncle and the others understood his meaning.

Hearing this, Third Uncle's expression turned slightly serious, full of gravity.