He didn't dare to touch the woman stuck under the seat; her face and arms were covered in blood, and he couldn't tell where the wounds were. The pretty boy actually turned his head to throw up, and he hit the front seat hard.
Shouting loudly: "Drive, let me out!"
The driver was also seriously injured, his hands off the steering wheel, weakly raising his voice: "Young master, it's dangerous, the situation is unclear, wait for them—"
"Wait for what! Wait for death!"
He was so afraid for his life, naturally, he wouldn't travel so simply. Behind him were two cars with bodyguards. He saw figures moving outside the window, but even his father couldn't be relied on, so these people might not be dependable either.
"I'm really sick of this crap life! Let them come, fine! My dad has only me as a son. If they really kill me, he deserves to have no descendants!"
He pulled out the gun from his waist and blew open the deformed car door.
