In the car, Luo Changde suddenly turned his head and saw the blue car body speeding toward him. He yelled, "Qinghe—"
"Crash!"
The two vehicles collided with a loud bang.
The sedan was sent flying by the truck, breaking through the guardrail. Half of the car was left hanging over the edge, and below was the rolling waters of the Zhang River.
The front of the truck was also heavily dented. The driver, wearing a mask, took one look, then immediately turned around to head back the way they came.
In just over ten seconds, the truck responsible for the accident had vanished without a trace.
The wind surged, and with thick smoke billowing, the sedan was left hanging half on the road, half over the bridge, teetering on the brink.
Inside, Luo Changde's face was covered in blood, with all the car windows shattered. He reached out his bloody hand: "Qing…" Tears mixed with blood streamed from the corner of his eyes as he called out for help outside, "Qing, he."
