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Zhao Yang couldn't help but laugh. Yuan Mingzhe thought the dead man would be him, Zhao Yang, but little did he know, if he hadn't shown up, the names Qing Lang and Bald Lei might have been erased today.
"What's so funny?" Yuan Mingzhe frowned, clearly sensing a hint of mockery in Zhao Yang's eyes.
"Nothing, just saying thanks to the police uncle. We're leaving now!"
Zhao Yang walked up to the driver and asked, "Can you still drive?"
The driver clutched his arm and shook his head with difficulty.
At this moment, Xiao Juan said, "I'll drive."
"You'll drive?" Zhao Yang asked.
"What? I do have a driver's license," Xiao Juan said, puffing out her chest proudly.
"Then how can you call that a driver's license?" Zhao Yang retorted.
"What should it be called then?" Xiao Juan asked.
"It should be called a license to kill, that's what." Zhao Yang said indifferently.
"..." Xiao Juan was at a loss for words, but Ling Yuxuan couldn't help laughing.
