Finally, temporarily safe.
Song Heping slightly reduced the car speed, blended into the traffic, and vigilantly observed the rearview mirror to confirm if any vehicles were following.
Zayed slumped on the passenger seat, gasping heavily, his face as pale as paper, his heart pounding almost jumping out of his throat.
After quite a while, he finally recovered a bit, looking at Song Heping driving with concentration, his eyes complicated, filled with fear, gratitude, and deep awe.
"Song... Mr. Song..."
Zayed's voice was still hoarse, "This time… thanks to you again… I really don't know…"
"Less talk." Song Heping interrupted him, his tone flat yet with undeniable force, "Check yourself, are you injured?"
Only then did Zayed react, hurriedly fumbling over himself, apart from some scratches and bruises, there seemed to be no fatal injuries.
"No... nothing..."
