Leave?
Sikong Yueming narrowed his eyes, lifting his hand to pinch Ivana Bennett's chin. He abruptly lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Ivana Bennett threw a quick elbow, knocking his face aside.
She quickly pinned him down and reached out for his gun.
Just as her fingertips grazed the gun in his hand, a car suddenly barreled in front of them. Lucas Walker jerked the steering wheel.
The firetruck abruptly swerved right and stopped. The inertia threw their bodies aside, tumbling them from the roof of the car and onto the roadside lawn.
After a series of rolls on the grass, Ivana Bennett climbed up and tried to flee.
Bang!
A bullet hit the grass right in front of her, causing her to halt abruptly.
Sikong Yueming got up from the grass, aimed his gun at her retreating back, and slowly walked over.
"You won't escape from me."
"Is that so?" Ivana Bennett turned around, "Let's see about that."
