The strong man had one hand cut by a knife and the other bitten, both thanks to Luo Qianqian—wishing he could have dealt with his opponents swiftly. However, at this moment, this was his hope.
"You step back!" Looking at the size of the car window, the strong man slightly frowned and shouted at Li Zexi.
Li Zexi understood what the strong man was about to do and continued to aim the gun at him, his feet moving back a little.
The strong man took a deep breath, overlooked the blood and vomit on the ground, and with a kick, he sent the door flying. Li Zexi paled, watching the strong man grip Luo Qianqian by the neck as he rummaged through a bag on the passenger seat, feeling a sense of dread.
The strong man pulled out a handgun, loaded it expertly, and aimed at Luo Qianqian, "Heh, the game just started."
Luo Qianqian, feeling somewhat relaxed from being away from the carriage, fainted the next second.
