The air froze at this moment. The air pressure in the car was extremely low, so low that it was impossible to breathe!
Zayla pressed her lower lip tightly, held the steering wheel with one hand, and moved down with the other to the co-pilot's seat.
Stephen left her a gun in the bag, apparently to keep her in case she needed it.
And at this moment, the luggage bag was in the co-pilot!
But...
She couldn't pull the trigger unless it was absolutely necessary.
For one thing, the gunshots would attract the attention of more bodyguards as they hadn't left the colosseum.
Secondly, even if they were better, they were still no match for so many guns.
Holding the pistol in her hand, Zayla frowned more and more tightly.
Lincoln, who was sitting in the back row, looked cold and his brows were furrowed.