"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
Li Aozi urged urgently. The car, assembled by the people of the Outer World using who knows what kind of scrap metal, was in worse condition than expected. The narrow front seat could barely fit two people; he held onto the roof with both hands, half of his body hanging outside, dodging bullets from the Fourth Rule Agents whizzing past him from time to time.
Thanks to the wind, sand dust, and the dark red-black Ersha Clouds in the sky, the earth was dim and lightless.
In such low-visibility conditions, it would have been a miracle if the bullets fired by the female agents of the Fourth Rule hit their target—a result only the benevolent spirits of the Twin Queens could grant.
"Stop nagging! If you hadn't insisted on refueling, this car would have been enough to get us out of here!"
