On the streets of Kyoto City, a Buick GL8 Business Vehicle is driving fast at the moment.

The yellow fur and the scarred face of the bitten ear are certainly sitting in the car.

The scream of the scarred face was still ringing, and there was a handkerchief wrapped around the ear, but it was bloody.

The yellow hair turned his head and looked at the painful moaning scar face. He quickly pulled out his cell phone from his arms and dialed a phone.

The phone was switched on very quickly.

"Hello."

"Hello, Wang Shao, I'm Huangmao." Huang Mao, who answered the phone, said respectfully.

"What's going on? Did you...