"Captain Zuo—" Before Du Yue finished speaking, Zuo Mingdong had already rushed to them. He grabbed He Xing's clothes and looked at him from head to toe. After confirming that He Xing did not have any bloodstains or injuries, Zuo Mingdong finally felt relieved.
He pulled a long face and looked a little unhappy. "Are you two crazy?! There were so many people surrounding us just now, and everyone was holding a gun in their hands. How dare you get out of the car? Did you want to die? If the bulletproof vests couldn't withstand the impact of the bullets, the two of you would've been live targets!"
Du Yue took off her mask and smiled brightly at Zuo Mingdong. "Don't worry, Captain Zuo. He Xing and I are confident! If we weren't completely confident, we wouldn't have gotten out of the car."
