Anything for Him

Shaking her head, Fenghuang Niao used her right hand to unbuckle her seatbelt. She turned to look at Mu Feichi in a panic. "Are you two okay? Any injuries?" she asked as she controlled her pain.

"We're fine! Bring your gear and let's get out of here!"

Mu Feichi shot her a nod of affirmation and used a lever as a support as he pulled himself toward the driver's seat. With all the strength he had left, he opened the drawer beneath the seat and took out two pistols and a few bullets.

As Mu Feichi was retrieving the pistols, Fenghuang Niao shook her left hand to check on its condition. She winced in pain immediately, as she confirmed that her left hand was indeed broken. With a sigh, she used her right hand and pulled out her personal hunting rifle case from the compartment below the passenger's seat with great difficulty. Once she had retrieved the rifle and a few bullets, she moved out of the car.