The black car driver stared blankly, and after a long while, he noticed that the gear Xue An had tossed to him was actually glowing blue.
"Hiss! He actually gave so much money? And what's with his car? Isn't that Lord Copete's exclusive vehicle?"
The black car driver muttered softly.
Meanwhile.
With an earth-shattering noise, a battered motorcycle emitting thick black smoke wobbled its way to the front of the Bear Bar.
Alisha leaped off the back seat and immediately spotted the black car by the street, rushing over quickly.
"Hey, where's Andrew? Did he go into the bar?"
The black car driver nodded, "Of course, he went in a long time ago!"
Alisha immediately let out a wail, then turned around and yelled angrily at the middle-aged man.
"It's all because of your crappy motorcycle! It broke down halfway! Now everything's ruined!"
The middle-aged man seemed annoyed as well, "Alisha, you can insult me, but please don't talk about my motorcycle!"
