Tang Luo comforted An Lan for a while before returning to the front of the van.
The bearded man in the driver's seat was still slumped over the steering wheel, passed out, unlikely to wake up anytime soon.
And another man lay on the back seat, clutching his shoulder and wailing in agony.
It wasn't that he didn't want to run, but he simply had no strength left, and he could even feel an unfamiliar force rampaging through his body.
This force was the Inner Strength that Tang Luo had transferred into the man's body during the instant he had struck his shoulder!
Tang Luo knew the power of this Inner Strength, so he wasn't concerned that the fellow would escape!
"Tang Luo, what are you going to do?"
An Lan asked, looking at Tang Luo.
"Just rest for a bit, I'll handle them!"
Tang Luo smiled at An Lan before diving into the van, knocking out the man who was clutching his shoulder and crying out in pain with a chop of his hand.
