Boom!!
The blue Bentley sped along the elevated expressway.
A double-barreled shotgun's massive barrels were pressed against Lin Xian's brow, causing a numbing sensation.
Despite joking around under the muzzle of a gun numerous times in dreams, being held at gunpoint like this in reality was a first.
"Damn it, turn back!"
The scruffy man cursed loudly, jabbing Lin Xian's forehead hard with the barrel of the gun.
Clearly, this guy was not in his right mind... Lin Xian wisely turned his head and continued to drive.
"Calm down."
Zhao Yingjun was also frightened:
"We can talk, just put down the gun first."
"Beat it!!!"
The scruffy man shouted angrily, swinging the double-barreled shotgun toward Zhao Yingjun:
"Don't you freaking talk nonsense! Take me to see Milk! I want to see her now!!"
Whoosh----
The chilling wind of the elevated road whistled past Lin Xian's ears.
He drove the car cautiously while analyzing the situation.
Quite obviously...
