Shortly after the BMW drove off, five Volkswagen cars rushed over. More than a dozen burly men got out and, after a search, finally found two unconscious companions on the fourth floor of the abandoned building.
All the burly men swung their fists angrily. They knew Qin Ya had escaped.
...
"Hoo—"
In the speeding BMW on the highway, Qin Ya sat in the passenger seat, took off her baseball cap and mask, and let out a long, relieved breath.
"Thanks this time. If you hadn't arrived in time, I would've been in danger," Qin Ya thanked.
After she spoke, she clutched her abdomen, her face somewhat pale.
"The surgical incision shouldn't have opened up. The pain should subside after half an hour."
Ye Huan glanced at Qin Ya in the passenger seat, and with one look could tell her current physical condition.
Qin Ya gritted her teeth and nodded in pain.
