Allen paid a high price. The skin on the back of his hand was torn off.
The red flesh below was exposed, which made him look extremely ferocious and painful.
"Ouch, you want to kill me," Allen said ferociously.
"You're exaggerating. If not like this, how could you come out of the car?" Ellen said.
Of course, she could be a little more gentle, but she didn't. Instead, she pulled him hard.
Although a man like him should not die, he should suffer a little.
Otherwise, he would do bad things again in the future.
Allen grimaced and wanted to scold her, but his left hand was now heavily broken, so he could not even lift it.
Ellen was smarter than he had expected. She made his hand more serious so that he would be less dangerous.
He cursed inwardly, but he still had to rely on Ellen to get him out of the car.
"Please get me out, Ms. Robbins. It's too dangerous here."