The intense heartbeat accelerated the metabolism, also making little Eugene much more awake.
He was half-lying on the floor of the van, maintaining a sideways position, his eyes in the dark staring at the person sitting next to him.
At this moment, he regretted infinitely, just like the bad kid who couldn't even get into high school due to disobedience, filled with remorse for his past life and rebellion.
He not only wanted to cry but also wanted to defecate.
The car was slightly bumping while racing, he didn't say who he was, nor did he make a loud noise, just remained calm.
Calmness, was the last thing he could control.
There weren't many cars on the Golden Port City roads at night, and due to continuously running red lights, the car's speed soon slowed down.
With a clatter, the door was opened from the outside, and someone suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled him out.
He had to cooperate actively to make it easier to be dragged out.
