A looming fear surrounded her.
Wen Xiao'ai, who had never feared life or death, seemed to understand at this moment what death truly meant.
The sound of Wen Xiao'ai's frightened voice and cries were constantly coming through the phone, while Jun Moyan's voice, so weak it was barely audible, was driving Qing Yi crazy.
"Drive faster."
He yelled angrily to the bodyguard driving in front.
"Stay calm."
The drunkard beside him reached out and grasped Qing Yi's hand.
Qing Yi turned his head, looking at the drunkard.
The anxiety in his heart eased significantly upon seeing the drunkard's eyes.
With the drunkard here, nothing would go wrong.
Four identical black Hummers sped through the red lights, reaching the street where Wen Xiao'ai and the others were within fifteen minutes.
Almost at the moment the car stopped, Qing Yi jumped out of the car with a medical box, rushing towards the black Maybach parked by the roadside.
The drunkard also hurriedly got out of the car.
