Kang Baojun still held his head, trembling on his knees on the ground. He was terrified because, having seen the death, he didn't dare to turn his head to look at the car Lin Jiale was sitting in.
That car belonged to the Kang Family, no mistake. If they had been sitting in it just like Lin Jiale.
The outcome would definitely have been the same as it was for Lin Jiale now.
All mangled and torn, truly mangled and torn.
The Kang Family's private car seemed to be embedded in the hillside's cliff, not in three dimensions, but flattened. The driver and Lin Jiale were crushed into meat patties by the two pieces of deformed car body.
The face of Lin Jiale was stuck to the front window glass, eyes wide open and bulging out of their sockets, dropping two blood droplets like tears before death.
He couldn't bear to look! It was too horrifying!
Kang Baojun kept crying.
