Chapter 220 The End of MC

Amid all the chaos in the country, there was this intense moment in a small northern town in Maridonia. An SUV was tearing through the town’s streets like there was no tomorrow, breaking every traffic rule in the book as it tried to shake off its pursuers.

Hot on its tail were two white vans, keeping pace and thrilling the chase scene.

The guy driving the SUV? Total panic mode. He kept glancing at the rearview mirror, clenching his jaw hard, with a look in his eyes that screamed, “I am not letting them catch me.”

“Ugh, can’t shake these guys off!” he muttered, frustration clear in his voice.

Despite the heart–pumping chase, the vans weren’t giving up, and neither was the SUV, which kept speeding ahead, making anyone watching do a double–take in surprise.

Luckily, since it’s a small town and hardly bustling with traffic, they avoided what could’ve been a bunch of accidents!

Even though it tried, the SUV couldn’t keep its grip while trying to navigate a turn and ended up slamming into the roadside barrier with a hard “thud” before hitting a tree.

The front end got totally wrecked, and the driver got flung against the steering wheel from the crash, his face smeared with blood.

A bunch of vans skidded to a halt close by, and a group of more than ten people jumped out, each grabbing a bat or something similar, and started moving slowly towards the SUV.

blond hair and blue eyes who looked like he was in his early twenties. He was pretty chill, wearing a floral shirt, leisurely chewing on a piece of grass, and holding a baseball bat as he casually walked to the

this look of slight contempt on his face–good–looking and charming in a way that hinted

loud “bang” and

was quickly opened, and the confused driver was yanked out.

At that moment, Yves didn’t have the same air

a mess on the ground, bleeding from his face, and barely able to see

MC? You’re quite the Houdini,” said a young guy with blond hair and blue eyes, squatting in front of Yves and mocking him in

as consciousness slowly returned to him. He looked at the face before him, familiar yet somewhat strange, trying to speak but only

The End of MC

Finished

*Tsk.”

with disdain as he struggled to talk, motioning to his companions, “Get him to

directed another group, “And clean up the

spoke fluently in Maridonian.

of the vans, while the rest stayed back to deal with the aftermath. Yves was rushed to the hospital, and the young guy bit his lip, eyeing the bright operating room. He pulled out his phone and made a call. As soon as he heard the voice on the

MC boss chickened out,

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