The fortune teller was already deeply frightened, his mind in utter chaos.
Seeing Song Taojie fearlessly walking out of the car, he didn't feel admiration for his bravery, but grew even more concerned about his own safety.
After all, Song Taojie had some martial arts skills and if he stayed in the car, he could somewhat protect himself. But now, he was alone in the car. Anyone with a cleaver who barged in could easily kill him. The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became.
"Don't run away! What will become of me if you leave? If you die, I'm doomed! If those people beat you, they will certainly kill you both, then come after me. And if they can't beat you, they'll just target the weakest link – me!"
He stopped halfway through his outburst, realizing that his yelling made him a target, openly declaring his vulnerability inside the car and placing himself in even more danger.
