After running out of ammunition, Number Five quickly pulled her head back.
The mont the car slowed down, Number Five opened the door and jumped out, rolling a few tis on the ground and then running alongside the car.
The person in the driver’s seat grabbed Fan Rou beside him and threw her towards Number Five.
Number Five caught her steadily.
The car continued to drive forward as Number Five ran towards the alley nearby.
The person who had been ready for the pick-up imdiately started the car after seeing Number Five jump down.
The distance was short; almost as soon as Number Five appeared on the street holding Fan Rou, the person arrived.
By this ti, Fan Rou was already on the brink of death.
"To the hospital." Number Five, sitting in the car, said quickly.
She reached out under Fan Rou’s nose and felt the faint breath. Her face was full of seriousness.
At the sa mont, the spy sent the gathered information to Fan Er’s phone.
Fan Er was driving while reading the ssage. As he read further, his eyes widened more and more. In the end, he was so focused on the ssage that he completely forgot he was still driving.
Until the sound of a horn in front snapped him back, he looked up to see a large truck charging straight at him, tried to hit the brake but accidentally hit the accelerator.
The car crashed head-on into the large truck.
With a loud noise, Fan Er lost consciousness.
When Fan’s father received the call about Fan Er’s accident, he was in the middle of his plans, ordering subordinates to chase and kill Fan Rou and giving instructions to his key confidants.
At this mont, he didn’t even need to guess to know that Jun Mochan planned to take lethal action against him.
He planned to escape, but before leaving, he needed to teach Jun Mochan a lesson.
He couldn’t just flee quietly, letting Jun Mochan get off too easily, could he?
Even if he had to leave, he intended to at least strip a layer off Jun Mochan.
It was at this mont that the traffic police called.
"What did you say? Say it again?" Fan’s father, holding the phone, began to shake.
"There’s been an accident on the ring road... Preliminary investigations suspect the injured is your son."
Fan’s father felt like soone was hitting his head with a hamr, turning his vision black and dizzying him.
The words from the traffic police after that were no longer clear, leaving him standing there, stunned.
Fate, this is all fate.
If not for what happened at the banquet, Fan Er wouldn’t have run out late at night.
If not for the actions of Fan Rou, Fan Er wouldn’t have been so shocked and wouldn’t have forgotten he was driving.
Everything, one link after another, was like a mountain crumbling after a car gave it a push, just toppling over.
At the sa ti, Ye Ranran and Jun Mochan also received the news.
"Retribution, this is retribution." Ye Ranran picked up a cherry and fed it to Jun Mochan.
Jun Mochan, however, seed a bit absent-minded.
"Who are you thinking about?" Ye Ranran waved her hand in front of his eyes.
This absent-minded Jun Mochan was sothing she had never seen before.
"Tell , have you secretly been flirting with a girl behind my back?" Ye Ranran grabbed his collar and asked.
"Ranran, I have so news to tell you, but promise you won’t get excited." Jun Mochan took her hand, gently pulling her into his arms.
"As long as it’s not about you having an accident, cheating, telling you have a lover, a mistress, or an illegitimate child, I can accept it. Go ahead." Ye Ranran stuffed a cherry into her mouth.
"What’s all this nonsense? It’s not , it’s Fan Rou who is in trouble."
"Cough, cough, cough." Ye Ranran choked.
Jun Mochan gently patted her back while pouring her water: "Didn’t we agree you wouldn’t get excited?"
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