I Bet My Life On It

Huo Si's voice was very calm, and it was filled with endless ruthlessness.

The car was driving very fast, and the bullets ricocheted off the glass.

Song Yaoyao had to hold on tightly to prevent herself from being thrown out of the twisting car.

In the end, she simply bent down and slid off the seat. She half-knelt down, reached under the seat, and soon touched a box. She pulled the box out and opened it.

The black pistol gave off a metallic luster.

F*ck!

At this moment, Huo Si cursed in his heart.

"Miss Song..."

Song Yaoyao looked up and saw that the high beams in front of her were blinding, illuminating the entire road as if it was daytime.

They were trapped on both sides.

The distance drew closer and closer.

Song Yaoyao looked sideways and suddenly smiled.

"Huo Si."

Huo Si's throat was dry and hoarse. He was not afraid of death, but he did not want a good girl like Miss Song to die here.