The face concealed behind his mask revealed a savage smile as he snarled, "Jian Qing, don't get cocky. Do you think you can escape so easily? Let me tell you, this car is specially modified. All the windows are locked shut. If it comes to that, we can all just die together, choking to death."
"What did you say?" Jian Qing's icy gaze narrowed, pressing the dark muzzle of the gun harder against his forehead.
"If I can't bring you back, we won't survive either. Rather than that, we might as well use you as a cushion!" The masked man laughed manically.
On the roof of the car, having noticed the lack of movement inside, Quan Jingwu jumped down and began banging on the window, "My treasure!"
Standing outside, unable to see the situation inside the car, Quan Jingwu was burning with anxiety. He wanted to break the window, but he feared that the glass shards might hurt her.
