The crowd raised their hands, shouting loudly with murderous intent.
The leader squinted his eyes and looked fiercely toward the disappearing rear end of the taxi, "Chase!"
A group of men swiftly got into their cars.
"Boom!"
"Rumble!"
The gas pedals were pushed to the floor, making a thundering noise, and several cars on the dimly lit road shot off like arrows, lightning fast.
Chen Dashan drove the old taxi, glanced at the rearview mirror, and saw Zhao Yaqian's neck severely bruised. If she didn't get treated today, it would easily get infected in the summer. Sun Aoxue was just knocked out; she'd be fine after a sleep. Looking at Sun Aoxue's youthful face, which bore a touch of determination amid its tenderness, her features were delicate and well-defined. Silent in her unconsciousness, she actually looked quite beautiful.
Chen Dashan chuckled, then a flicker of motion caught his eye in the mirror—several black business cars were speeding up behind him, clearly up to no good.
