"Ah! Don't kill me!"
Goodman screamed in terror, frantically covering his head with his hands and retreating to the farthest corner of the car. Lin Ruoxi was nearly knocked over by his panicked movements, but Yang Chen quickly pulled her to his side, avoiding any harm.
The man in black didn't fire. Instead, he let out a grating laugh that sounded like grinding gears. The other three joined in, clearly mocking Goodman's cowardice.
Yang Chen remained silent, pulling Lin Ruoxi behind him while he studied the four men's equipment, scrutinizing every detail from their heads to their weapons. His eyes finally settled on a uniform tattoo on their arms—a golden sun totem.
