Before the tall man could even react, the bald driver, who had been in the driver's seat just moments before, lunged forward.
A sharp, three-edged bayonet had appeared in his hand out of nowhere. With immense momentum, he plunged it deep into the tall man's back.
The blade was long, piercing straight through the man's body. Blood gushed from the wound, splattering all over Ah Lian.
Even Tang Mo, who had lived two lives, had never seen such a violent, blood-soaked scene.
But Ah Lian sat there, unnaturally calm. He just wiped the blood from his face with his hand.
"Hu Da, you're so messy. You get my clothes dirty every time. Don't you know water is scarce at the base right now?" Ah Lian complained to the bald driver.
The tall man's body went limp, and the driver casually tossed it aside.
"Don't… don't come any closer, or I'll kill him!" Seeing his accomplice killed so easily in a matter of seconds, the fat man holding the middle-aged man hostage completely panicked.
