"No, no, no!" Xia Shiqi screamed in despair, "Wudao brother!"
Ye Wudao lay on the ground, his eyes closed, not moving an inch.
Just then, Su Yueli and her companion ran over, witnessing Ye Wudao being hit by a large truck, they were struck as if by thunder, frozen on the spot.
"Ye Wudao, you, you please get up!" Su Yueli shouted, vigorously pulling on Ye Wudao's arm.
Xu Yuanyuan carefully placed her hand by Ye Wudao's nose, and like touching a live wire, withdrew her hand trembling; "Sister Yueli, Ye Wudao, he, he's not breathing!"
Boom!
Ye Wudao was dead!
Hearing this, Su Yueli fainted from the shock.
"Wuu, I'm sorry, it's my fault that Wudao brother died!" Xia Shiqi's emotions collapsed, she knelt on the ground weeping helplessly, "If it weren't for Wudao brother, the one dead should be me!"
Just then, around a dozen men descended from the truck, all armed with long knives, led by a one-eyed man who said with a cold smile, "Xia Shiqi, we've finally caught you!"