She was in charge of driving, while Ya Tianxing was responsible for defending against attacks from behind.
In fact, there weren't many people who could keep up; most of them had been wounded in their own yard. If it weren't for their leader dying tragically at the hands of Ya Tianxing, they probably wouldn't have put in the effort to pursue Ya Tianxing and Mo Shangjun.
This was their final desperate battle.
Mo Shangjun drove the car smoothly, accelerating to its maximum speed. Just as it got within the shooting range of the first car behind them, she suddenly took a sharp turn, steering the motorcycle onto a narrow path.
"Hold onto me."
Mo Shangjun reminded Ya Tianxing.
Not knowing what Mo Shangjun had in mind, Ya Tianxing simply discarded the rifle in his hand, wrapped his left arm around Mo Shangjun's waist, held a pistol in his right hand, squinted slightly, and shot the person who popped their head out of the first car.
