"Elder Wei..."
Luo Feng's eyes were blood-red, his face twisted as he charged towards the already deformed Hongqi car.
With immense brute force, he flipped the car over.
The front of the car was completely twisted into a lump, the engine fallen to the ground, and the driver had become a bloody, faceless man.
The roof in the back had also caved in a lot.
In the final moments, Wei Hu hugged his granddaughter Wei Ling tightly.
A piece of metal pierced into his back, blood flowing profusely.
"My head, my head hurts."
"Grandfather, ah, grandfather..."
Wei Ling, trapped underneath, regained a sliver of consciousness, shouting excitedly.
"Miss, Elder Wei."
"Quick, someone, someone."
Luo Feng shouted tensely towards the rescuers who had already passed through the toll booth.
Wei Hu had a special status. Upon receiving the rescue signal, the relevant departments in Xijing immediately dispatched large armed forces and rescue teams.
