The driver struggled to control the car and stopped, before he could hear what he was saying.

Bang bang bang - three more loud bangs, and the window glass on the left side shattered.

The driver finally reflected that something was wrong, and a cold sweat suddenly came out.

"It's a gun!"

He's just an ordinary driver, where would he ever see such a battle?

The car had stalled and stopped in place, its lights flashing.

There seemed to be the sound of approaching vehicles not far away, mixed with the sound of rain, which was not clear.

The driver didn't dare to act rashly, curled up in a ball and shrunk in the driver's seat, shivering.

They were assassinated, and they were doomed!

The driver shivered and glanced back, the door of the back seat opened at some point, and the man was gone.

Did the master leave him and run for his life?

The driver was more sad than dead.

That young master Cao Rong knew how to escape, but he was so frightened that his legs were weak, and he couldn't move for a moment.

Who can save him?!

After a while, the passenger driver's door slowly opened.

Under the dim street lamp, accompanied by the rain curtain, the man was half-squatting, a few strands of his back hung down, his hair was dripping with water, and his well-defined handsome face was fair and sharp.

"Why don't you get down and wait for death in the car?"

A few more gunshots rang out, and the driver sobbed and crawled from the driver's seat to this side.

Someone came over from there.

The two hid on the side of the car, listening to the sound of hurried footsteps approaching.

"Where did the people go?"

"Quick, go see if you're dead?"

The driver's heart jumped out of his throat.

It's over, it's really dead now, and if someone finds it, it will definitely be killed.

The driver's face turned pale with fright, and his lips trembled.

Suddenly, someone tapped him the shoulder.

The driver opened his eyes and looked at the man next to him in confusion.

"Split up." The man still looked like a hanger, and after saying this, he bent his waist and walked around the car.

Driver: "......"

What's the action, my mother, this uncle, why don't you make it clear to me.

The driver was prostrate on the ground, jerky and sluggish, trying to go around in the other direction.

It suddenly occurred to me, can you believe what the master said?

Can he figure out the situation himself?

After all, the rumored master can't do anything other than play and spend money.

In the middle of hesitation, the voice over there suddenly became noisy.

"There's a figure over there, chase after it!"

"Ran over there!"

The sound of footsteps mixed with the sound of rain faded away.

The driver breathed a sigh of relief, rejoicing and worrying at the same time.

Could it be that the master was discovered, should he go and help?

Think about your own strength......

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The rain, the clamour, and the sound of approaching footsteps behind him.

Empty wild roads, the light of the street lamps are cloudy.

Bullets pierced the night sky and rang out behind him.

Rong Sheng stopped suddenly, his tall figure stood under the rain curtain, his flower shirt was wet, but he was not embarrassed, and a few strands of slightly long hair skipped his eyebrows.

The man's shining peach blossom eyes crossed a touch of interest, against the back molars, and flicked the messy black hair, the hair dripped, and the officer's knife in his hand swirled in his palm.

In such a critical situation, he didn't see a trace of nervousness, as if he was walking in his back garden.