Reacting instinctively, Zhou Liang turned the steering wheel sharply to the left, causing the right wheels of the vehicle to lift off the ground.
Before Lin Yi could react, his head hit the door frame, and a bloody gash appeared on his forehead.
"Boss, you're injured!"
"Nothing's wrong. Keep driving!"
Wiping the blood from his forehead, Lin Yi picked up his gun again and prepared to cover for Zhou Liang.
However, as soon as he showed himself, bullets rained down and shattered the glass. Even the car door was riddled with holes, giving him no chance to fire.
"Ah!"
Screams could be heard. It was Zhou Liang's voice.
The bullet sped past his arm, causing a large wound!
Zhou Liang was injured and could not even drive steadily. He twisted left and right, and the front of the car even hit the windows of the surrounding convenience stores.
"How are you? Can you still drive?"
"I'm fine. It's just a superficial wound!"
