"Fuck, what the hell, daring to refuse me? Better off dead!"
Watching Peng Ye rush toward the dump truck, Zhan Linna crossed her arms and sneered with a derisive expression.
Peng Ye's father and mother were in a complete panic at this moment, they were indeed too far away from their son to stop him.
In that instant, both of them actually harbored thoughts of regret.
If they hadn't pressured their son, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way.
The rapidly driving dump truck seemed to have noticed the figure in front, the driver hurriedly pressed the brakes, but it was too close, there was simply no stopping in time.
At this moment, Peng Ye closed his eyes, having resigned himself to his fate.
Just as the dump truck was about to hit Peng Ye, a dark shadow flashed by in a swoosh.
One second! Two seconds! Three seconds!
Peng Ye didn't feel himself being hit and flung into the air, he opened his eyes in confusion, only to see a tall man standing in front of him.
Smack!
