Watching the distance between them gradually close, Xia Yixin unconsciously smiled, feeling a deep sense of peace in her heart.
Peng!
The sound of gunfire pulled her back to reality.
Sparks were flying from the front of the car; it was in northern Jiangsu!
He freed himself from his restraints and stepped out, firing as he went, his target the tires.
Lu Yan did not back down, but instead stepped on the gas. Su Bei also had murderous intent, but just as he was about to pull the trigger again, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder.
Xia Yixin held up her gun, meeting Su Bei's shocked gaze.
Peng!
Xia Yixin fired again without hesitation, hitting him in front of his feet, a clear warning.
Su Bei's gaze darkened.
Just then, the phantom-like black motorcycle pulled up beside her. With a graceful drift, the man on the motorcycle easily pulled her onto the front seat. Without stopping, he accelerated and sped off onto the quiet interstate highway. In the blink of an eye, the taillights disappeared into the darkness.
Inside the gas station.
Su Bei's face was so black it could drip ink. After all the vehicles had their spare tires changed quickly, he got dressed, got into one of the cars, and coldly ordered, "Don't hurt the woman, but don't let the man leave alive."
In the darkness, seven vehicles and more than a dozen fully armed assassins chased after Lu Yan and his group in the direction they had left. At the same time, a helicopter was also rushing over. As soon as the helicopter arrived, it would be able to pinpoint their location quickly. Su Bei was confident that he could find them before they hid in the city.
To his disappointment, the motorcycle vanished from the interstate highway as if it were a ghost.
Lu Yan actually turned around halfway and headed towards the fork in the road, completely deviating from the route Su Bei and the others had predicted. It was one of the abandoned buildings of all sizes along the road, and even if Su Bei had someone search it, it would take at least six or seven hours.
Moreover, by this time, Bai Qi should have already rescued Long Wu and Li Rui.
After temporarily escaping the crisis, Xia Yixin gradually calmed down and had the mind to notice what was wrong.
Lu Yan was wearing a helmet, so she couldn't see his expression, but whether it was her imagination or not, she felt that his body temperature was getting higher and higher.
The motorcycles sped into the abandoned factory area, the distant, almost inaudible sirens of police cars whizzing by. They were safe for the time being.
She jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped, and suddenly saw his entire body fall to the side with the car.
"Lu Yan!" she exclaimed, quickly grabbing him.
Fortunately, with the help of the "power pill," she easily dragged him out, removed his motorcycle helmet, and gasped.
The handsome man's face was flushed, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his lips were tightly closed and pale, clearly indicating that he had a high fever!
Logically speaking, the Bai family bloodline should give him the strongest recovery ability. No matter how serious the injury, it shouldn't cause such a high fever. Zhao Jing's words flashed through her mind: poison. What kind of poison did Su Bei give him?
Unfortunately, she lost her Bluetooth earphone on the way, and her call with Zhao Jing ended. She won't be able to confirm it for a while.
With overwhelming strength, she picked up Lu Yan and carried him into the manager's office of the abandoned factory.
If anyone else were here, they would be speechless with astonishment—a petite girl who looks to be only 1.6 meters tall is horizontally carrying a man who is 1.9 meters tall...
That scene was simply amazing.
There was a decent fabric sofa in the manager's office of the abandoned factory.
She had just placed him on it when a system notification sounded in her mind: "Ding! The Power Pill's effect has expired!"
Oops!
As she lost her strength, she was pulled down, her hand trapped underneath. When she was finally freed, before she could even catch her breath, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
The excruciating pain in her wrist turned her face pale, but even more dangerous was the sharp blade lodged in her throat.
His eyes were filled with murderous intent.
“Lu Yan, it is…” she tried desperately to wake him, but he kissed her instead.
Lu Yan is currently not fully conscious, but he did what he had wanted to do for a long time.
Unfortunately, he was pushed away within seconds.
He tried to grab her, but the loss of blood pulled him back into darkness.
The tall man fell down.
Xia Yixin, disregarding her racing heartbeat, tried to support him, but inadvertently discovered a patch of red on the palms of her hands.
It's blood!
She immediately realized the seriousness of the problem. She wasn't injured, so it must be Lu Yan. Sure enough, she found several bloodstains on his arm and back.
Regardless of what kind of poison he was poisoned with, at least the bullet must be removed first, otherwise his wound will never heal.
She had nothing on her, but luckily she found a small knife that looked very familiar in Lu Yan's jacket pocket.
The palm-sized knife was well-preserved; it was originally just a pencil sharpener, but it carries memories from more than ten years ago.
She couldn't help but be moved.
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