His cheek was burning hot at the moment, the club grazed past his face, and the shattered car window was right in front of him. This pricey sports car already needed repairs.
Song Ziwu, who had grasped the situation, suddenly went mad, frantically trying to open the car door to escape. But suddenly, a large hand reached out from behind and grabbed his neck.
Song Ziwu's body trembled violently, and then every nerve in his body tightened.
"What, trying to run away?" Ren Feng pulled Song Ziwu out of the car by his neck, kicked the car door shut, pressed his body against the car, and said with a smile, "If you run, who will pay for this matter?"
"Ren Feng, I'm sorry. I- I apologize to you. It's my fault, please let me go." Song Ziwu tried hard to smile, but no matter how hard he tried, the smile on his face looked more like he was crying.
At this moment, he finally realized that the development of this probe seemed to have exceeded his imagination.
