Performance, what performance?
Before the blond youth could figure it out, a strong force hit him.
He switched places with the woman behind him.
He was forcibly yanked out of the driver's seat by a pair of delicate little hands and dragged to the back seat.
Without a driver, the taxi zigzagged recklessly, causing the blond youth inside to wobble and crash into several bags.
Regret instantly flooded his mind, leaving him wanting to cry but unable to shed tears.
Was it easy for him to muster the courage to act on his malicious intent for the first time? Do you think it was easy?
How did he get so unlucky to run into a lunatic?
He just wanted to rob a little money, maybe get a little thrill, and now he was about to lose his life here; it's just too uneconomical.
