"Oh no, they've caught up with us!"
Behind them, several black cars with fake plates quickly closed in.
The window rolled down, and Ma Yao, wearing sunglasses, aimed a gun at the car ahead and pulled the trigger.
The car jolted violently.
"The tire's got a leak."
Yunzhou's face was grim. In his arms, Mu Yanli had already woken up, eyes filled with panic, clutching Yunzhou's clothes tightly.
"Don't worry, your brother will get you home safely."
Mu Yanli looked at him steadily and nodded.
His hand gently stroked down from Yanli's forehead, "If you're scared, just close your eyes."
His eyelashes brushed against the palm; Yanli really closed his eyes.
"You can't escape, stop the car!"
Ma Yao dared to point her gun at him. Yunzhou curved his lips into a smile, indifferent, "Catch me first, then we'll talk."
Ma Yao was stunned, only to see that his rickety car with a shot-out tire suddenly weaved in a flashy serpentine maneuver.
