"I...I...Xiao Jie, I think I hit soone?" Ling Xuejiu’s face turned pale with fright, and she stuttered as she spoke. Although the person had been crossing the freeway, which ant that if they were hit, it usually just resulted in a fine, and with her grandfather’s connections, she herself wouldn’t be in trouble, the girl had the classic tough exterior but soft heart. If she really caused soone’s death, she would undoubtedly feel guilty for the rest of her life.
"Ah, Xue Jiu, are you serious?" Li ngjie was suddenly startled.
"Quick, go check!" Ling Xuejiu hurriedly opened the car door and got out, with Li ngjie exiting from the other side.
When the two girls walked to the front of the car, they indeed found soone lying in front of it. Since the body was facing down, they couldn’t see the person’s face, but judging by the tattered clothes, it seed likely the victim was a beggar.
After exchanging a glance, Ling Xuejiu’s complexion grew even whiter, her heart pounding with nervousness. Frightened, she said, "Xiao Jie, try touching him to see if he can still move."
"Ah, I...I’m scared. Xue Jiu, you touch him instead," Li ngjie stepped back in fear.
Since the collision was her fault, Ling Xuejiu had no choice but to squat down and pushed the person’s shoulder twice, saying, "Hey, are you okay?" But there was no response.
"Xue Jiu, I think we should call the police," suggested Li ngjie.
"Okay...okay," agreed Ling Xuejiu. She took out her phone, ready to call, when suddenly, the beggar turned over and pointed a high-quality replica Glock 17 at Ling Xuejiu. His grimy face broke into a sinister smile as he said, "Miss Ling, hand over your phone." As he spoke, he got up from the ground.
"Ah..." Li ngjie scread in fear, and asked, "Who are you?"
The man glanced at Li ngjie, and his eyes lit up as if he had just had a revelation; he thought to himself, ’We can’t touch anyone surnad Ling, but this little beauty is quite sothing...’ He was about to speak when suddenly, Ling Xuejiu lashed out with a high kick that struck his wrist, sending the gun to the ground. Following up with a back leg combo, she hit the man squarely in the chest, sending the fake beggar flying back two or three ters and crashing to the ground, howling incessantly.
Glancing at the panic-stricken Li ngjie, Ling Xuejiu said, "Xiao Jie, what are you waiting for? Get in the car, quick!"
"It’s too late!" Suddenly, four more n appeared from both sides of the Porsche, each holding a pistol, pointing them at Ling Xuejiu and Li ngjie. A buzz-cut man with two golden teeth said, "Rumors have it that Miss Ling is a Judo 8th Stage expert. Seeing you today, your skills are indeed impressive. However, we have guns now, so I advise you to co with us quietly."
Ling Xuejiu turned to look at the buzz-cut man. Even though she was extrely nervous, she had no choice but to put on a brave face and feigned composure. She replied, "Who are you? How do you know my last na is Ling?"
"Haha," the buzz-cut man laughed loudly. "I’m just a lowly thug, my na isn’t important. As for your grandfather, Ling Tian, of course, I’m afraid of him. But others will take care of him, so I don’t need to worry too much. Enough chatter, co with us." With a wave of his hand, two of his n ran over and pointed their guns at Ling Xuejiu and Li ngjie, their faces grim as they commanded, "Move!"
"Xue Jiu!" Li ngjie looked at Ling Xuejiu fearfully.
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