From another direction, the sound of a car engine started up.
Quickly, another car charged toward Chu Jiang.
Chu Jiang screamed out again.
This time, it crushed Chu Jiang's hand.
In a pool of fresh blood, Chu Jiang lay prostrate on the ground, and throughout the vast nightclub, only his screams and the sound of the car could be heard.
Two cars, from both sides, ran over him; as soon as one passed, the other promptly took its place.
Soon, Chu Jiang's throat was raw from screaming; he couldn't even make a sound anymore.
"You like driving your car into crowds so much, now I'll let you try what it feels like to be hit by a car. How is it? Is it exhilarating?" Jun Mochan looked down on him from above, his dark eyes deep and icy cold, like a frozen pond that sent chills through the body.
"Spare me," Chu Jiang's lips parted and shut for a long time before he could utter this sentence.
"Don't worry, I won't take your life."
