Fight to Win

After starting the van, Zhao Yu worried that too many police and cameras would be along the main road. Instead, he decided to take the alley behind the plant. The driveway linked two side streets. He made several turns in the narrow lane and finally got to the other road.

Da*n!

Although the smoking seafood supermarket was fading away in the distance, Zhao Yu angrily slapped the steering wheel. Judging from Jiang Ke's injuries, even if he didn't die, he might not recover quickly. If Jiang Ke remained in a coma, Zhao Yu's plan was for nothing. If Jiang Ke regained consciousness, he didn't know the identity of the mysterious man. Zhao Yu never expected that loosening the reins on Jiang Ke instead od tightening them would \cause such chaos. Jiang Ke was useless right now, and Zhao Yu didn't have any more clues about the mysterious man.

Who the hell are you? Zhao Yu thought about the mysterious man.