Jiang Man stared at Zhang Xiaoshan with an indecisive expression and said,
"Can't I ride in the same car with you?"
A surefire way to get killed.
"No, not that, yes, of course you can."
Jiang Man didn't entangle with Zhang Xiaoshan any further but instead spoke to the driver.
"Let's go."
The driver hit the gas, and the old Santana police car immediately sprinted up the muddy mountain road.
Qi Hong drove a Volkswagen SUV behind them.
As always, what you fear most comes to pass.
"Little Shan, tell me, is my death certain?"
In the police car, Jia Lanhua asked Zhang Xiaoshan weakly.
Zhang Xiaoshan spoke soothingly.
"Sister Lanhua, I told you, I will definitely save you. Stop talking now."
While speaking, Zhang Xiaoshan also stole a glance at Jiang Man's expression.
Jiang Man kept a straight face, eyes closed.
But Jia Lanhua, as if she had lost her soul, completely ignored Zhang Xiaoshan's words and kept mumbling.
