Prullo's shoulder was lifted by Li Ling, his face turned pale, and he was afraid that Li Ling would slap him to death.

With a sharp force of his right hand, Li Ling pulled Prulo in from the window.

Prulo stiffened, his chest heaving violently, and looked at the two people sitting next to him, one on the left and one on the right.

He felt that instead of two people sitting next to him, there were two volcanoes that could erupt at any moment, and if he was not careful, they would be swallowed.

Li Ling's expression was calm, and his right hand was leaning on the edge of the window. Qin Tian's expression was indifferent, and he looked at the policeman who was following closely behind.

With a smile on her lips, Limos looked behind her in the rearview mirror.

Nile yelled and slammed on the accelerator.

"Tick!"

A drop of cold sweat slipped down Prulo's forehead, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he didn't dare to wipe the sweat, for fear that his actions would cause Li Ling and them to be unhappy.

Prulo was going crazy, and this silent silence made him feel that it was better to beat him up.

Who are they?

Yu Guang peeked at Li Ling and Qin Tian, and his eyes became cross-eyed.

Looking at the young faces of the two, Prulo was shocked in his heart, "Such a young Grandmaster powerhouse? No, why haven't I heard of it at all, there are two such young Grandmaster powerhouses in Huaxia?"

"What's your name?"

"My name is Prulo, a third-level boxer in the Boxing Championship Alliance!" Hearing Li Ling's flat voice, Prulo dared to hesitate and hurriedly reported his identity.

"Oh!" Li Ling agreed, and then fell silent again.

"Why don't you speak again!" Prulo's eyes rolled, seeing that Li Ling was no longer silent, he almost cried, shouting in his heart, you are asking, I will say whatever you ask!

"What is your attitude towards the Burmese government?" asked Limos, who was sitting in front of her.

"We have no ill will towards you, the police in the back are just making a show!" Purulo hurriedly explained, "You can leave Myanmar boldly and boldly, the front has been arranged, and we will definitely not stop you again!"

"Oh!"

Limmus glanced at Nile and chuckled, "You're not bad!"

"Of course, you don't look at who I am. A look of smugness appeared on Nile's face, and he said, "When you leave Burma, you must sue me and use any method to let me get Ai Feili!"

"My approach will definitely work. Of course, whether you dare to do it or not is another matter!"

"Why do I have a bad premonition!" Neller turned to look at Limoth and muttered, "Limoth, are you trying to get some bad idea again?"

The corners of Prulo's mouth twitched, and sweat flowed into his eyes, making him can't help but keep blinking his eyes, and roaring in his heart, "Brother, you drive well, it's about to crash!"

The Chevrolet sedan flashed along the guardrail on the side of the highway.

"A master is coming!" Suddenly, Qin Tian's eyelids lifted, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Do you want to make a move?"

"Sir, we really don't mean anything to you!" As soon as he heard that Qin Tian was going to make a move, Purulo couldn't be afraid, and hurriedly spoke, "Sir, you let me make a call, and I will let the people behind leave immediately!"

"You can't get them to leave!" Li Ling turned the corners of his mouth up slightly, and turned his head to look at a commercial vehicle that rushed past the police car in the distance.

"Don't make a move for the time being!" "They don't dare to do it, and once they do, it will be tantamount to provoking the Burmese government!"

What Nile said was right, Zhao Mo and the seven half-step grandmasters really didn't dare to make a move.

There are also a large number of Burmese police here, what do you mean by a group of ancient Chinese warriors running over to make a move? Do you look down on the Burmese government?

In the commercial car behind, Liu Qing drove the car, his eyes flashed solemnly, and Li Ling and Qin Tiantian were also scared by the missiles just now.

However, the seven half-step grandmasters of them are also very extraordinary, and naturally there are also mysteries in them.

Li Ling was able to grasp the missile because of his terrifying strength, and he dragged the missile down, not really holding the missile with his physical weight alone.

Qin Tian is palm spread out countless tentacles, wrapping the missile with another kind of soft energy, so that it did not explode instantly.

Inside the Chevrolet car, Qin Tian suddenly stretched out his finger and nodded at Prulo.

"Sir, what do you command?" was rubbed by Qin Tian's fingers, and Prullo's heart beat rapidly, for fear that Qin Tian's fingers would poke a hole in his body.

"Let the group of ancient warriors behind leave!"

"Good!"

Prulo hurriedly took out his mobile phone, made a call, and lowered his voice, "Let that group of ancient Chinese warriors leave quickly, don't follow behind!"

Behind the commercial car, in the front police car, a policeman pressed his hat and held a horn in one hand, shouting: "The Chinese people in front of me stop for me, pull over immediately!"

"If it doesn't stop, we will take coercive measures!"

"Give you ten seconds!"

In the business car, Zhao Mo and their faces were ugly.

"Lao Zhao, what should I do?" Liu Qing looked at Zhao Mo in the passenger seat helplessly.

"Stop!"

Zhao Mo sighed, although the seven of them were all half-step grandmasters, and they had a high status in the ancient martial arts world of China. But now this is Myanmar, and if they don't stop, the police will definitely attack.

By that time, the seven of them would be enemies of the Burmese government.

Zhao Mo and they don't have that much courage, if the Burmese government gives them a missile, they will really have no bones.

Through the rearview mirror, Li Ling looked at the business car that pulled over, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

"Is that okay, sir?" said Prulo with a far-fetched smile on his face.

"Hmm!" Qin Tian nodded.

"Let's go!"

Nile slammed on the accelerator and let out a loud laugh with an excited smile on his face.

The Chevrolet sedan was like a mad rhinoceros, speeding down the highway, followed by dozens of police officers.

And Zhao Mo and the others were surrounded by a group of Burmese police.

"Put your hands on your head and squat!" a policeman with a pistol in his hand aimed at Zhao Mo's eyebrows and shouted in a low voice.

"Hurry up, get down!"

Xie Kun's eyes narrowed, and a terrifying momentum overflowed from his body, like a vicious tiger descending from the mountain, which made the hearts of the group of policemen tremble.

"You, what are you going to do?" The policeman headed by him was fat-headed, big-eared, his face was covered with beads of sweat, and his eyes flashed with fear, looking at the seven middle-aged people with indifferent expressions in front of him.

"Lao Xie, don't mess around!" Zhao Mo also slapped these policemen to death, but he knew very well that if they did this, they would face the wanted of the whole of Myanmar.

"Boom, boom!"

At this moment, a roar sounded from a distance.

The Chevrolet sedan, which had already gone away, suddenly drove towards this direction, followed by policemen.

"A bunch of silly forks!"

The car turned around sharply in front of Zhao Mo and them, and Nile stretched out his middle finger, his eyes flashing with a provocative look, "You have the ability to continue chasing!"