Ignoring Wu Shuang's shouting, Xiao Lin pressed one foot on the accelerator and steered with one hand, his eyes focused on the retreating road. He wasn't sure if these people were after their lives, and if Lao Jiu stayed there to kill them, he couldn't guarantee Wu Shuang's safety.
Currently, these people were merely watching from the darkness. It felt annoyingly like beasts glaring at their prey in the night, and under this veil of night, gun muzzles hidden in the dark might have their bolts constantly cocked. They were unarmed, and as a police officer, the bullets he carried were limited. He dared not risk the people around him.
Wu Shuang's foot hurt from being pressed, she bit her lip without a word, and simply abandoned the clutch with the other foot, giving up the brakes altogether. This madman, she cursed silently to herself, certain that meeting him marked the beginning of a streak of bad luck.
"Clutch!"
