"Hey, there's a minefield ahead, are you trying to go down together with me?"
The voice was calm and steady, as if merely giving a friendly reminder.
"Oh, is that so?"
With a flutter of her eyelids, Mo Shangjun glanced at the person outside the window using the corner of her eye and curved her lips, pressing the accelerator without hesitation.
This kind of behavior, if it were on a real battlefield, was definitely that of a madman!
The ghost sitting in the passenger seat, seeing Mo Shangjun's unexpected action, silently unbuckled his seatbelt and placed his hand on the door handle so he could jump out at any moment.
The minefield ahead had been laid by him, and though it didn't have particularly strong lethality, well, it was still a minefield after all—if things went awry, he might genuinely become a ghost.
The man hanging from the car door saw the female officer who was recklessly heading into the minefield as if ready to die together with him and frowned involuntarily.
