Nie Cheng's driver was now covered in blood, looking frightening as he turned his head back to Nie Cheng and said, "Mr. Nie... there's been a car accident, someone deliberately rammed our car."
Nie Cheng saw it.
A black SUV was parked in the direction right in front of them.
On it sat a person wearing a duckbill cap.
The faint light shone on his face, revealing the scar and that ugly countenance.
Those eyes filled with murderous intent... clearly belonged to a professional killer or some such person.
Nie Cheng's brow furrowed slightly as he asked indifferently, "Can you still drive?"
The driver, quite muddled, replied, "Can't... drive anymore."
"Don't be afraid, I'll call 120... lie down and rest for a bit, don't move."
"Thank you... you..."
Indeed unable to hold on, the driver collapsed onto the steering wheel.
Nie Cheng dialed 120, and then hung up the phone.
A Yao was so scared that her face turned pale.
"Aren't we going to call 110 as well?"
