Fortunately, V doesn't have the habit of wearing a seatbelt. Otherwise, it would have broken long ago.
With the newfound space and imbalance, the female secretary escaped from Lin Miao's grasp, looking at the teetering Lin Miao's back, ready to kill the target.
Unexpectedly, Lin Miao steadied his right foot and adjusted his left foot, pulling out a long section of the seatbelt, flipping over to wrap it around the secretary's neck, then fiercely tugged to break the safety device. The secretary lost balance and was dragged out of the car, her body hanging at the car's rear by the seatbelt, her face scraping against the ground, causing a high-speed friction like cowboys dragging Indians in a parade.
Clang, clang, clang—
That is not the sound of flesh grinding against the ground but metal being sharpened on pebbles, even sparks were flying.
