"Aren't you afraid I'm deceiving you? And then I'll take you to some desolate mountains, kill you there, and bury you on the spot?"
Ren Xingzhou finished his last cigarette, snuffed it out, and threw it out the window, yet his lips still wore a smile.
Nan Yu chuckled lightly, with not a trace of fear in her eyes.
"You can't kill me."
Ren Xingzhou restrained his smile and asked, "Why not?"
Nan Yu said, "Because you can't outrun me."
Ren Xingzhou raised an eyebrow, "That confident?"
Nan Yu gazed at the road ahead, her voice resonant and ethereal as she spoke.
"You've injured your waist, right? It has affected the force exerted by your left leg. It's not noticeable normally, but once you start running or make a quick burst of movement, there will be a slight yet evident delay in your left leg."
Upon hearing this, Ren Xingzhou gripped the steering wheel tighter, the smile in his eyes disappearing, followed by a layer of darkness that revealed no emotions.
