After fearing he might be killed, Mei Jueye was filled with humiliation and rage. Why should he fear Tang Zheng? Even if they would perish together, the subconscious panic made the high school student disrespect himself.
Thump, thump. Mei Jueye clenched his fists, one punch followed by another on the glass. Spiderweb-like cracks spread until all the glass shattered with a loud crash.
The black Lexus didn't leave. It was like a satiated shark, starting to enjoy the pleasure of torturing its prey.
"Too much bullying." Mei Jueye opened the car door, plunging into the curtain of rain and roared towards the car in the distance, "Tang Zheng, return my soul shards. I earned them."
Tang Zheng didn't respond, he couldn't be bothered with this small fry. However, the female musketeer would not allow anyone to insult her master, so she aimed her silver muskets at Mei Jueye.
