Fengjue quickly walked to the back door of the large refrigerated truck. Staring at the lock, he pulled a gun from his waist and shot it directly. BANG! BANG! The door swung open.
The moment the door opened, cold air billowed out like white fog, obscuring everything. It was so cold that Fengjue and the two guards behind him shivered fiercely.
In the blink of an eye, Mo Yinhe had already climbed aboard.
He strode in, pulled open the taxi door, and picked up the woman huddled inside.
The moment he lifted her out of the taxi, Mo Yinhe felt as though he wasn't holding a woman, but a block of ice. Her body was so cold it made him shiver uncontrollably.
Mo Yinhe's breath hitched. His long arm supported her back as he protectively pulled her into his embrace.
Holding her in his arms, he couldn't feel any sign of life. Mo Yinhe's heart sank, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.
Dammit, he wanted to kill someone!
