"No, no, it's just that you might not be used to this weapon!" Yan Xing looked at his weapon being swapped out, with a sinking feeling in his heart. He really wanted to snatch it back, but without a weapon, he was no match for her. Moreover, even when he had his weapon earlier, he was still no match for her!
"None of your business, get in the car!" retorted Su Sigui, her voice as cold as ever. Disregarding the others in the armored vehicle, she took the spot that Yan Xing had been sitting in earlier.
Yan Xing shook his head pitifully, cursing under his breath. "Such bad luck!" He moved toward the driver's seat and pulled out Fu Miao's body, tossing it aside before taking his place behind the wheel.
"Can we not go to the safe zone?"
He plucked out the half-blade that Su Sigui had driven into his leg and tossed it out of the window. Then, he closed the door. His unassertive tone reminded him of how Li Xiaojie had pleaded with him earlier. How the tables had turned!
