Lawrence Winters sprinted over, grabbing Kenneth Osborne's hand, and they took off running.
Hand in hand, the two of them dashed through the cold winter night like the wind and were inside the car within a single bound.
Kenneth Osborne immediately started the car, slammed his foot on the accelerator, and sped off in the blink of an eye.
Gregory Quinn heard the car engine and scrambled to his feet, trying to grab his phone to capture the license plate number.
But as soon as he stood up, he felt dizzy and nauseous, almost to the point of vomiting.
Not to mention reaching for his phone, he could hardly walk.
"...If I ever find you, you'll regret it!" Gregory Quinn vowed silently, even planning to get someone to retaliate in a few days.
If he could figure out who had attacked him.
Leaning against the wall, he was bent over like a shrimp, his chest heavy with discomfort, wanting to vomit but unable to.
