"What are you going to do?"


    Vicks had swerved in front of Devon without answering him. Both their cars maintained the same speed, and Devon had no choice but to elerate and push his car forward, using the race car''s bumper to lock Vick''s car into position and continue pushing it forward.


    Just then, Devon saw Vicks climb out of his car with his pistol strapped to his waist. Vicks climbed on top of his race car, taking two steps backward before charging forward.


    Devon realized what Vicks was trying to do and pushed Vicks'' car forward as well. Vicks leaped forward and grabbed the trunk of Wilbur''s van, yanking it open and going inside.


    Vicks did not feel anything when he crashed into the trunk of the van. However, after going inside, he finally noticed a sharp sting in his nose. He felt it, and blood was trickling out of his nostrils.


    "This is all your fault, you bastard. You''re going to f*cking die today!"


    Vicks took out an axe as he made his way to the front of the trunk, swinging the axe into the walls of the van.


    Sparks flew as Vicks hacked an opening into the wall and was finally able to see Wilbur in the driver''s seat. Vicks took out his pistol, firing three shots at Wilbur through the opening.


    The van began to slow down, and Vicks shed a triumphant smile. He was certain that Wilbur had been shot, so he lowered his pistol to take a look when the van braked sharply and sent Vicks crashing into the sides of the trunk headfirst.


    "F*ck, that hurt!"


    Vicks rubbed his forehead. He turned around to see that the driver''s seat was now empty. The trunk was opened the next second, and Vicks saw a figure charging in.


    "You''re just in time, Wilbur Penn! Take this!"


    ...


    Vicks emptied all his shots this time. Behind the van, Devon stopped his race car at the sight of Wilbur, rushing over at once.


    Just then, the door of the trunk opened once more as Wilbur hopped out. Devon glowered at him. "You killed Vicks!"


    Wilbur shrugged. "No, I didn''t. Vicks killed himself."


    Indeed, Wilbur had controlled his dragon aura to send the shots Vicks had fired back to himself. All five bullets had struck Vicks'' body, and he stared at Wilbur in disbelief as he copsed to the ground.


    "You can''t just deny what you did, Wilbur! Own up to your murder!"


    Devon''s eyes were bloodshot as he drew his pistol, pointing it at Wilbur as he howled, "You killed all my best friends, my brothers! Why! Why did this happen? It''s all your fault, Wilbur Penn! You must die!"


    Wilbur shrugged again. "I think you should be asking yourself why. Who do you and your friends work for, huh? What kind of work do you do? This is probably the perfect ending for all of you."


    Devon was trembling with rage as he raised his pistol, shouting, "I''m going to f*cking kill you, you bastard!"


    Bang!


    Devon pulled the trigger, and a bullet shot out. It began to slow down just as it was about to reach Wilbur, then flew back and lodged itself in Devon''s forehead. Devon widened his eyes in disbelief and indignance, falling backward to the ground.