Meanwhile, on East Ring Road,
A delicate voice came from Tang Xiaowan inside a speeding SUV.
"Big brother, I'm thirsty."
The man gripping the steering wheel furrowed his brows.
He was Du Jiahao, a professional assassin, 35 years old, 180 cm tall, and proficient in various hand-to-hand combat techniques.
Tang Xiaowan neither cried nor made a fuss, always maintaining a smiling demeanor because the man was so strong that she felt a bit scared—his arms seemed even thicker than her thighs.
She had no intention of hitting a stone with an egg; showing weakness was the wisest choice.
Leng Lingxiao had reminded her more than once that when it came to a life-threatening situation, a girl couldn't physically compete with an adult man.
One punch could end the fight.
"Big brother, where are we going?" Tang Xiaowan asked cheerily.
"Is the place very far away?"
