Su Zhan leaned against the car. The wound on his abdomen had burst open and blood was flowing out. A small piece of skin on his forehead had been cut off by the broken glass. His body was extremely weak, and he could only support himself by relying on the car. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped the blood on his forehead.
There was a faint smile on his face. That calmness and calmness made it seem as if he could still control everything in the palm of his hand even in such a dangerous time.
His confidence and calmness made the other party not dare to move for a while, afraid that he would do something to them. After all, they had suffered too many losses from him.
"In order to prevent him from playing tricks, all of you, come down!" The foreigner said.
In front of them, Crow was entangled with another group of foreigners, and there was no way for her to free herself to save her. Their situation was even more dangerous than theirs.
