In the future, Qian Cangyi extended his left hand, the seventh contact was launched, hooking onto the rearview mirror of the car, then, he retrieved the iron chain, letting the power of the chain pull him forward.
His legs had already lost sensation.
With the power of the seventh contact, he swiftly slid to the outside of the co-pilot seat, then, he hooked both hands on the edge of the car window, pulling himself up.
"You... you..." The driver seated in the driver's seat had never seen such a scene, eyes wide and mouth agape, the next second, an unseen iron chain struck his head, knocking him unconscious.
In the future, Qian Cangyi flipped into the car, grabbing the steering wheel with his left hand, adjusting the gear with his right, then pressing down hard on the driver's right kneecap with his right hand.
The black sedan moved forward slowly.
Wu You's mother was just in the neighborhood ahead, a few hundred meters away.
