"!!!"
In the passenger seat, the flowered shirt had turned into a red one, half his body covered with the fresh blood sprayed out by the middle-aged man, his face dotted densely with blood. His face was fixed in a look of astonishment, as fear slowly welled up.
At this moment, the man in the flowered shirt figured out how Jiang Mei had died!
"Run!"
This was his first thought.
The man in the flowered shirt turned abruptly, not daring to glance toward the driver's seat. Scaly white armor covered his body as he grabbed the handle with one hand.
Crack!
His intense will to survive propelled him to dash out at his fastest speed. Even with scales covering his face, the extreme terror was evident.
However...
Whoosh!
In an instant.
A sturdy, iron-white hand reached out from inside the car door.
It violently grabbed the man in the flowered shirt's flailing arm and yanked!
"No!"
The man in the flowered shirt bellowed.
Whoosh!
