"Who are you? Put your hands on your head and get out of the car, now!"
The man in the lead held up a talisman, pointing at Zhang Fan and barking a harsh warning.
"Shit... are you seriously treating me like some criminal?"
Zhang Fan curled his lip but, still cooperative, opened the car door.
"I told you to put your hands on your head and get out—what the hell are you doing?"
Suddenly, as if triggered, the leader's True Yang surged endlessly, pouring directly into the talisman in his hand. A scalding scarlet flame slowly rose up, taking the shape of an arrow.
"How the fuck am I supposed to get out with my hands on my head?" Zhang Fan's eye twitched as he couldn't help but curse back.
"What, you want me to crawl out?"
"Still arguing?" The leader's face went sharp, ready to take action.
"Enough."
Just then, a stern voice cut through the darkness. A large hand landed on the leader's wrist, snuffing out the talisman before he could activate it.
"Group Leader Chun Sheng."
