The redhead suddenly suffocated, his face turning bluish, his raised arms flailing aimlessly like those of a swimmer, his body depleted of energy.
With a swift motion, Lu Jianshen reached out to take over the motorcycle, swung his long legs, and mounted it.
"Get on," he tersely reminded Yin Ci.
"Alright."
Yin Ci clasped her bag and turned around to climb onto the bike.
Lu Jianshen revved the throttle, and the rear wheel whipped up a cloud of dust on the ground, spraying it all over the redhead's face.
He had just caught his breath after Yin Ci let go of his stranglehold, only for a mouthful of dust-laden air to have him nearly coughing his lungs out.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
All of this happened so fast. By the time the henchmen gathered their wits, Yin Ci and Lu Jianshen were long gone, the red taillight of their vehicle steadily shrinking in the distance.
"We absolutely can't let them get away! Otherwise we won't earn a penny!"
The red-haired man yelled out disgruntledly.