Ah~!
The high-pitched tenor of a man, like the wail of a tormented soul in Hell, sounded utterly chilling and terror-stricken.
Gaodashuai's hair stood on end. The scream from the person inside the Lamborghini brought back the soul that Jun Ye had frightened away earlier.
"Jun Ye!"
Jun Ye's icy hand coldly pulled the leaver, preparing to launch the final push towards the Lamborghini, the last move to send it to Hell, ready to be unleashed in an instant.
"Jun Ye!"
Gaodashuai's two hands grabbed Jun Ye's hand controlling the lever as if he were hugging a bear, managing to slow down the icy hand's push.
"Jun Ye, listen to me, there's no need to tarnish your pure and supreme hands for such scum. Really, there's no need! Letting him go to prison and face the firing squad will send him to Hell just the same. You don't need to accompany him there."
If they really threw this guy out of the car, the lawsuit would inevitably involve them, and the loss would outweigh the gain.
