A dazzling car light suddenly shone down, and Lin Che subconsciously raised her hand to cover her eyes. The sound of tires scraping against the slippery road was high and harsh.
"It's him! Don't let him run away!" A familiar voice sounded in the sound of rain.
Is he from Zhang Hao? They had taken away everything and were not even willing to leave him a way to survive?
Lin Che instinctively stepped back, her feet slipped, and her whole body fell backwards. The back of his head hit the edge of the road hard, and severe pain instantly spread throughout his body. Warm liquid seeped out from the back of his head, spreading into a reddish stream in the rain.
His consciousness gradually blurred, and the last thing he saw was three black figures standing beside him, watching indifferently as he slowly died.
