Lu Yuwen was moving very slowly.
On the one hand, he didn't want to make any noise; on the other hand, his legs seemed to have been born defective, limping, and with an injured knee, he was having difficulty moving.
Su Man did not know what he was up to, so she watched warily.
She had thought that he might want to get on the motorcycle and escape, but upon further thought, she realized that was not possible since the keys to the motorcycle were with the man called Brother Xiao.
It was too dark, Su Man could only see Lu Yuwen's silhouette. Soon after, she heard the rustling sound, she smelled the scent of petrol.
Su Man suddenly realized...
Could he possibly...
Lu Yuwen tore a strip of cloth from his knee, stuffed it into the small opening of the fuel tank, and waited until the cloth was soaked with petrol, then gently pulled it out.
Because his hands were tied, he tried several times, tearing four or five pieces of cloth, then slowly walked back with even more cautious steps.
