Jiao Yang slowed the car down, and the vehicle smoothly approached the next intersection.
Up ahead, the blaring of car horns pierced the air.
Luo Xiaoqian abruptly lifted her face, only to see a black car suddenly cutting across from the diagonal front. Through the glass, she clearly made out the frosty visage of Leng Zimo behind the other car's windshield.
His car was charging at an angle.
The sound of brakes screeching filled the air.
Luo Xiaoqian's body uncontrollably lurched forward, but fortunately, the seatbelt protected her from injury. Shaken, she straightened up just in time to see a black Hummer sprawled across the middle of the road ahead, completely blocking their way. The car door was open, and there was no one in the driver's seat.
"Open the door!"
Suddenly, his voice rang out beside her, his anger discernible even through the glass.
She turned her head to see Leng Zimo's tall figure standing just outside her door.
Behind them, a chorus of car horns sounded.
