Fan Hanhan, who was driving the car, chuckled softly, saying, "Otherwise? If that guy wasn't seriously injured, and I drove back to track him down now, wouldn't that be suicide?"
Yang Qian's face was gloomy and cold. He glanced at the hand resting on his knee, with endless anger in his eyes.
Yang Qian had never encountered such humiliation before; as an Inner Sect Disciple of the Purple Gold Sect, he had been taming animals from a young age, turning them into tools for killing.
He had always been the one inflicting pain on others; no one had ever been able to inflict pain on him.
But tonight, he miscalculated!
Originally, Yang Qian planned to escape, but after Fan Hanhan returned, he brought good news: that person was severely injured, and the previous terrifying appearance was just an act.
Now they would go straight back and ambush on the road, there would be great gains, so they decided to head back, planning an interception along the way.
This was Yang Qian's idea.
