Seeing the intense battle, it was a fight to the death.
"That's... Grandpa's bodyguard car." Ling Yan's hand shook as he gripped the steering wheel.
Ye Lu's heart also turned cold.
Seeing such a scene, they didn't stop. Ling Yan's face turned deathly pale as he suddenly floored the gas pedal, and the car sped away crazily, rushing forward as if it were flying.
But after driving for about two kilometers,
suddenly, from the quiet mountain pass ahead, after turning a corner, came a sharp, startling gunshot.
In the dark of the night, it was especially jarring and terrifying.
Ye Lu's heart skipped a beat, and her face turned white. She wished it was just her hallucination, but although the gunshot sound wasn't very loud from that distance, in the tranquil suburbs, it was unmistakably clear.
It was impossible not to believe it, even if one wanted to.
