Jiang Shaoqing got out of the car and walked over to An Zhiyuan, "How is it?"
The scene was indeed horrific.
An Zhiyuan shook his head, and the two walked directly to the front of the car. The driver lay on the ground, having slammed his head into a roadside utility pole when he was thrown out; his head was now so deformed that it was unrecognizable. His whole body was still in the position it had been when he fell, bent with limbs splayed, a pool of blood underneath his head staining the ice and snow red.
He knelt down, checked for breath, and shook his head again, "He's gone!"
Jiang Shaoqing punched the car door, "It must have been that bastard Shang Kaijie who sent someone. We hadn't gotten far when they came back for death!" No need to say more; it was clear who they had just clashed with.
