The car continued onward, all four individuals inside tense and on high alert.
The car behind relentlessly pursued, as if determined to force them to stop.
In front was a downhill road. The man in black hastily said, "Mr. Yin, this can't go on. Our tire blew out, and once we're on flat ground, we'll definitely be forced to stop."
Once stopped, they would be at the mercy of others, like lambs to the slaughter.
They had to come up with a plan while they were still on the downhill road.
Yin Moran understood the man in black's implication.
At this moment, his sharp eyes were searching for a chance to escape.
The road was winding, and beside their car lay a bottomless abyss.
If they didn't want to be forced to stop and captured, the only option was to jump out of the car to escape.
But there was no guarantee that jumping out would ensure their survival.