How To Lay Your Hand On Your Friend
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Lin Sanjiu grabbed the seat belts and tore them apart. Once she regained her freedom, she seized the chance and delivered a tremendous kick at the driver's seat, sending the driver ramming into the steering wheel. The horn belted out its one-note tune, and the vehicle lurched and swayed side to side before finally crashing into a wall. Flames and sparks then leaped high into the night sky as the vehicle was filled with the sound of bone cracking and flying scrap metal.
When she jumped out of the vehicle, she heard the intermittent groan and moan of pain coming out from the pile of wasted metal. Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, Lin Sanjiu proceeded to pry the door open. She looked into the vehicle, and it took her a long while to make out the driver from the heap of iron and bronze scraps.
"Who do you work for?" she demanded, gritting her teeth as she inspected the driver.