As soon as the gunshot rang out, Liu Fugui instinctively dove into the sedan by his side. Several bullets struck the door of the car's front passenger side. The many experiences of narrowly escaping death during battle saved Liu Fugui's life at this critical moment.
"Drive!" Liu Fugui lowered himself and pointed a gun, angrily ordering the subordinate of Spring Xiu's group, who was also curling up and holding his head in the driver's seat.
The subordinate was full of reluctance, knowing that bullets don't have eyes. They won't distinguish between friend and foe. If he raised his head, his life might end right there.
But with the gun's dark barrel pointed at his forehead, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and straighten up.
It didn't matter that he exposed his head; everyone present was on edge. Any slight movement would prompt them to pull the triggers in their hands.
