"What the fuck?!" Wenzhi's voice rang out sharply.
Right in front of his face were two massive jagged horns.
One wrong movement. One slight difference in timing. And his brain would have been impaled brutally.
The impact sent the vehicle violently sideways. Metal screamed as the truck overturned, the monster's horns snapping off in the collision.
Wenzhi's heart pounded hard against his ribs.
Before he could react properly, Shao Xinyuan tore the entire passenger seat free and dragged Wenzhi straight into his arms like the twisted metal meant nothing.
At the same time, Jiang Zhaohe kicked the opposite door open and climbed out with Nuo.
Xinyuan, meanwhile, cupped Wenzhi's face with both hands, his warm brown eyes wide with panic as he checked him over like he'd break apart at any second.
"Are you okay? Do you feel pain anywhere? Are you dizzy?" His gaze swept rapidly over Wenzhi's body. "There's no blood or scratches. That's a relief."
