King Blake curled his lips slightly. "If I don't save you, you'll be locked up in a cage."
Rory replied with a grateful face, "Oh, thank you so much."
"Get in the car." King Blake stepped forward and opened the door of the car.
Rory switched her bag to the other hand and said politely, "No, thanks. I do have my own car."
King Blake closed the door, took out his mobile phone, clicked on a photo, and handed it to her. "Are you referring to this car?"
The gray BMW in the photo was indeed her car, but it had been splashed with red paint. Horrible and horrendous words were written on the glass.
She did not hesitate any further, as she turned around and got into King Blake's car, but chose the back seat.
As soon as she sat down, before she could fasten her seat belt, a girl with dark circles under her eyes, wrapped in a white headscarf, appeared from under the seat.
Rory immediately let out a short scream.