Having finished speaking, Shi Lan got up and, with one long stride, mounted the motorcycle.
By the time An Yang was taken away in the off-road vehicle by Huo Zhao, Shi Lan's figure had already disappeared into the night.
Once in the car, An Yang looked at Huo Zhao; it seemed like he wasn't thinking anything decent.
But this young man, wearing a face mask and looking incredibly young, started speaking, "Since your sister handed you over to me, don't think about escaping. Only a dead man can break free from my grasp."
After hearing this, An Yang collapsed into the back seat and simply stopped moving, "Did my sister join some mysterious organization? She's become so ruthless all of a sudden."
"Do you really have no idea what you did to your sister? She was in the hospital, nearly died."
"She deserved it." An Yang coldly retorted, rolling his eyes.
