Xue Ming regretted it immensely. If only he hadn't been greedy for that small amount of money, now he might have to lose his life for it.
These people exposed their faces carelessly one by one, completely indifferent, clearly not planning on leaving any survivors.
Xue Ming's cold sweat flowed as he trembled, locking all the car doors and shrinking inside, not daring to get out.
Outside, those people had sinister smiles on their faces, slowly approaching while dragging their weapons.
The sharp tips of the knives and iron rods scraped along the concrete road, emitting a sizzling sound.
Xue Ming buried his head under the steering wheel, not daring to look outside.
After a burst of boisterous laughter outdoors, their gazes turned towards Xue Ming in the car, as if looking at a fat sheep ready for slaughter, each particularly enjoying the pointless struggle of the prey before the end.