The driver's death didn't interest Zhao Wuji.
To him, any ordinary person was just a cheap peasant.
Everything could be bought for a price.
But Qin Hao was different.
This recent celebrity of Beijing had been rumored to be a miraculous figure.
Now, having killed this miracle himself, Zhao Wuji felt the utmost satisfaction.
He ordered, "Go open the car door."
Zhao Si's face turned pale. He dared to scheme, but he didn't dare to kill, let alone witness a corpse.
However, under Zhao Wuji's cold stare, he had to muster himself and approach the twisted metal.
Can't even find the car door, how to open it?
Perhaps the people inside have turned to pulp. What's there to see?
Zhao Si felt very displeased but still pretended to search for a while, finally prying open a piece of scrap metal.
Clang!
The metal dropped to the ground, revealing the space inside.
The sky was dark, Zhao Si couldn't see clearly what was inside, only vaguely discerned a dark silhouette.
