Chapter 61 It's Okay, Ishmael

The sedan was hit by a wave of mud, rolling as it broke through the guardrail and slid down off the road shoulder. In the end, it lay upside down in the dark mud, like a turtle on its back.

Wei Tianyang's back was firmly pressed against the seat back. In the brief ten or so seconds, he was reminded of the encounter when he retrieved the gun from Starbucks. This time, however, he didn't fly out, but the shattered car window carved a large gash on his left arm, blood gushed out like a fountain.

He clenched his right fist and punched, sending the twisted and deformed car door flying. He grabbed Yaha and crawled out of the back seat.

Yaha was beaten to a pulp but hadn't lost consciousness. When they leaned against the rear of the car, Wei Tianyang found that Yaha's left leg had broken during the collision, bending into an inverted L-shape. He grimaced in pain, still clutching the submachine gun in his hand.