Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Mo Yan looked at Huo Zhen. Although she was a little afraid, she had a look of certainty in her eyes. At Huo Zhenâs signal, she got into the driverâs seat.
Huo Zhen sat beside her. He took out a pistol from a small side drawer and held it in his hand.
âNo matter what happens later, donât be afraid. Just drive. As long as we get on the helicopter, weâll be safe.â
Mo Yan nodded. Of course, she knew what this meant.
Although Mo Yan had gotten her driverâs license a few years back, she had had little experience driving and was not skilled at doing so. The people behind caught up with them shortly.
A total of three brown cars soon surrounded Mo Yanâs car.
âMr. Huo, I advise you not to put up unnecessary resistance.â
A man in black yelled at Huo Zhen.
âBang!â
The next moment, he was shot in the arm. Huo Zhen quickly aimed and shot, then quickly dodged back into the car, not forgetting to close the window.
The movements were so quick that Mo Yan did not even see it clearly.
âFocus on driving.â
Seeing that Mo Yan was still staring at him, Huo Zhen smiled helplessly. Despite all the goings-on, he could still find time to touch Mo Yanâs hair and give her a doting smile.
âOkay.â
Mo Yan replied obediently and continued driving. The car behind them kept knocking into them, driving them in another direction. They were about to fall into the river!
Mo Yan hastily turned the steering wheel hard, trying to pull the car back on the right track. Before she could let out a sigh of relief, they were hit hard again. The right side of the car had a huge dent!
Luckily, Huo Zhenâs car was of good quality. If it had been any other car, it would have fallen apart long ago.
âDonât be afraid, just drive properly.â
Seeing that the hand holding the steering wheel was trembling, Huo Zhen quickly comforted Mo Yan.
Huo Zhen stared at the car window. When the time was right, he would fire a shot or two to repel the enemyâs attacks.
But even so, they were still at an absolute disadvantage. The three cars surrounded them completely. Unless they grew wings, they would not be able to escape.
Bang!
There was another violent crash, and the car door was on the verge of falling off. The huge impact caused Mo Yanâs head to hit the car, and it was badly bruised.
âMo Yan, are you okay?â Huo Zhen was still calm, but his brows were tightly knitted together.
Mo Yan shook her head. She appeared badly injured, but in fact, it was merely on the surface. Seeing that she was fine, Huo Zhen heaved a sigh of relief.
He looked at the navigation map and ordered in a low voice, âDrive into this alley later. Then weâll see when the time is right to jump out of the car. Iâll find an opportunity to set the car on fire and stop those guys.â
Mo Yanâs eyes widened. Wasnât this too risky? But there was no better option.
Huo Zhen kept staring at Mo Yan until she nodded slightly at him. Only then did the corners of his lips reveal a faint smile.
Mo Yan turned the steering wheel and entered a small alley. Looking through the rearview mirror, they were indeed following closely behind.
Mo Yan drove into the alley. Huo Zhen opened the door of the passenger seat and pulled Mo Yan out of the car.
Just as the two of them ran out, they heard the sound of voices. Huo Zhen ignored them and simply shot at the car twice!
One shot blew up the fuel tank, and the other shot near the fuel tank. Sparks flew in all directions, and the car exploded with a bang!
Fortunately, Huo Zhen and Mo Yan had already run a distance away, or they would have been affected by the explosion. The rest were not so fortunate. The fire quickly engulfed the car.
âLetâs go.â
Huo Zhen held Mo Yanâs wrist and strode forward. Mo Yan followed closely behind. Feeling moisture on her hand, Mo Yan looked towards Huo Zhen.
He was injured? His arm had been shot, and it was bleeding!
âItâs okay. I can bandage it once weâre on the helicopter.â
Huo Zhen comforted her gently. The pain from his wound was far less unbearable than noticing the heartache in Mo Yanâs eyes.
âWill you be okay?â
Mo Yan held Huo Zhenâs wrist tightly and was worried stiff.
âDonât worry, I wonât die yet.â
Huo Zhen could still make the effort to joke with Mo Yan, but his voice was a little hollow. After all, he had been shot. How could he be completely fine?
Mo Yan bit her lip, helping to hold Huo Zhenâs slumping body up, and turned into a small alley.
As long as they turned into another small alley and reached the top floor, they would be able to reach the place where the helicopter was parked.
As long as they got on the helicopter, they would be saved.
What was worse was that the earlier fire had not stopped everyone. A few men had actually chased after them and was cursing at them from behind!
Mo Yan quickened her pace and continued forward as she supported Huo Zhenâs sinking body.