Looking at Liu Xia and the others stepping out of the car in front of him, and then glancing at the hundreds of strong men gathering behind him, Ma Jun found himself with no way out.
Standing in the middle, Ma Jun's eyes were bloodshot. Being caught was not the issue, but he was carrying Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting on his back.
This was Wang Yan's trust and charge to him. If Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting were caught again by the criminals, how could he face Wang Yan?
Thinking of this, Ma Jun grew increasingly anxious, his face flushed red, his hair nearly standing on end.
"I can't just wait here to be captured. I must think of a way."
"But there are hundreds of them, how can I find a way?"
"Don't panic, don't panic. If the boss were here, what would he do?"
...
In the blink of an eye, Ma Jun went through hundreds of thoughts, considering countless plans, yet none of them seemed to guarantee escape.
