Li Yifei had just poked his head out when the surviving kidnapper in the car fired two more shots, piercing the car's body and adding plenty of bullet holes. Even the thickened steel body custom-made for the wealthy prince Sashar couldn't hold up.
But the adversary fired only those two shots; the gunshots abruptly ceased. When Li Yifei stood up, he saw a massive wound on the neck of the shooter with an Arab scimitar stuck in the nearby car door.
The kidnapper's neck was spewing blood and his eyes were wide with disbelief, seemingly unable to accept he was killed by the opponent.
This stretch of highway had few vehicles, but still, a car seemed to be stopping. Li Yifei pulled one kidnapper from the car and reached out to grab Wu Shuwei.
"It's safe. Hurry out." Li Yifei grabbed Wu Shuwei by the arm to pull her out but found no reaction. He bent low into the car and began inspecting.
