Li Shang's eyes widened, bloodshot, his heart caught in his throat.
No, my friend, is now the time for humor? Didn't you see two blue fireworks flying over?
Almost simultaneously with the sighting of the missiles, the car in front emitted an ear-piercing tire screech.
Liu Yi's forehead veins bulged, he madly twisted the steering wheel, quickly flipping the car head into a semi-arc.
Don't misunderstand, he wasn't trying to dodge; quite the opposite, he was putting all his might into intercepting the missiles with the car's front.
In a lightning flash, Liu Yi didn't even have time to report, he decided on his own—to use his car to shield the missiles for the car behind.
He completely ignored whether the two passengers in the same car were willing.
Gong Qi remained relatively calm, just digging into the car handle, while Chang Erbing's face turned pale with fright, fingers unconsciously clenched tight, knuckles white, lips trembling without sound.
