The more Lin Ziran watched the tattooed man, the angrier he got, muttering at his back, "Damn it, why don't you just go and get reborn?"
Ou Lan laughed and comforted her, "Forget it, you can't rush into a good reincarnation."
They thought they had seen the last of him, having run into this thug-like tattooed man, the girls must have stepped in dog poop or something.
But just as the tattooed man dashed into the middle of the road, a car, also trying to make the last few seconds of the green light, rushed through the intersection.
"Bang!"
The motorbike was old and decrepit, and the collision made a huge noise, scattering the motorcycle parts all over the place, with the tattooed man thrown far away, bleeding in an instant.
Due to the accident, traffic was disrupted, and people in a hurry drove around it.
Ou Lan and Lin Ziran didn't leave, neither did Qin Qingnan.