And Zhui Feng, too, sat next to Ding Ruoshui, his eyes glazed, as if in a trance.
The driver Heizi up front, his head tilted to one side, legs outstretched, pressing down on the accelerator and speeding all the way.
Li Songtao's hair stood on end suddenly: "Ding Ruoshui…" He actually knew Ding Ruoshui, but at the teahouse, he chose not to recognize her.
Ding Ruoshui indifferently said: "You owe me 460,000, and you don't plan to compensate, no problem, I don't want it, keep it for your coffin!"
Li Songtao shouted: "I'll give it! I'll give 4.6 million! 46 million…"
His voice suddenly came to an abrupt stop as a finger touched his forehead, a stream of bizarre energy instantly penetrating his entire body, rendering all of him immobile, even unable to emit a sound.
"Too late! Goodbye!"
As the voice dropped, Ding Ruoshui's body moved horizontally and rose, the next moment, directly exiting the speeding car.
Ahead was a sharp turn...