He looked coldly at the person in front of him.

Wang Guihua stood outside, arms outstretched, threateningly saying, "If you're so capable, drive right over me."

Song Meili stepped forward to block him, sticking her neck out and saying, "That's right, if you don't want to take me with you, then drive over me."

The road ahead is narrow and unpaved.

There was only one road to begin with.

They are all standing in front now, determined that Song Shiting wouldn't dare drive past like that.

Otherwise, it would be tantamount to disregarding human life.

However, Song Shiting started the car and rolled down the window.

He produced his identification and said, "It is illegal for you to block the police car now. Even if you injure or maim someone, it will be your own responsibility."

Wang Guihua was startled.

She wasn't sure if that was the case; she bet the third brother wouldn't dare do that, but the car started up, making a roaring sound.

Her legs were trembling.

If you get injured and crippled, it's still your own responsibility, and that's no joke.

Song Shiting's car suddenly accelerated, but he stepped on the brakes.

Therefore, it made a loud booming sound.

The sound was terrifying.

Song Meili heard that people who are hit by cars will have both feet rot away, and if they don't even have one foot, they can only crawl on the ground.

Then I saw Song Shiting's car, which was indeed driving over at high speed.

Inside the car, Ruan Qingling looked at Song Shiting.

His hands were on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

She tightened her grip on her daughter.

Are these bastards really courting death?

Would Song Shiting really trade the lives of his family of three for theirs?