Wutian Yingfu looked at the vehicles with a face ashen, just as his subordinates had reported, all of their tires had been punctured without exception.
He suddenly felt that the night had turned surreal. The person they were hunting reappeared before them, but didn't do much else other than puncturing all their tires.
So, the two individuals, one big and one small, first punctured the tires, then nonchalantly appeared before them.
Wutian Yingfu was almost amused in anger, imagining those two sneaking around to puncture the tires, worried that the sound might be too loud.
As a result, those two individuals had almost scared him just now!
"Change the tires," Wutian Yingfu snarled.
A subordinate whispered, "Director, each car only has one spare tire, but all four tires of each vehicle have been punctured; there aren't enough spare tires."
