"Don't bother, keep driving." Zhang Hao shouted first; he was not willing to cost his life caring for others.
"Get ready for defense." Tang Zheng kicked at the buttocks of Zhang Yifeng, whose legs had gone weak from seeing a dead body. "We should be safe once we get out of the hospital, I'm guessing."
"Uncle, Zhang Hao is slacking off." Little Fan Fan was monitoring the carriage with a handgun in her hand, particularly the poacher on the ground, to prevent them from hurting Tang Zheng.
"What are you babbling about, you brat?" Zhang Hao was irritated.
"You've been firing much less frequently; otherwise, Wrench Man wouldn't have had to die." Little Fan Fan knew how to incite others into action.
"Nonsense, are you asking for me to settle the score for pointing a gun at me before?" Zhang Hao's face was livid with rage as he threatened, "You should be thankful we're even taking care of such a burden like you. Don't push me to leave you behind."
