"Quick, let's go!"
"Motorcycle gang! How did they follow us?"
"Start the car!"
"..."
People screamed, listening to the growing "whoo-hoo" cheers of the motorcycle gang. The sound was like a demon's roar from hell, accompanied by shots being fired, the bullets hitting their companions nearby and causing beautiful blooms of blood.
Many of the survivors who didn't have time to get into the cars opted to hide behind them instead. Qiongli, realizing this, subconsciously wanted to leave the car. But thinking about what they had told her, her grip on the steering wheel tightened. Surging with determination, she pushed the accelerator down, the car roaring off around the trucks like a runaway arrow.
