An Yiqing’s mind entered high-speed thinking mode. Zhang Yufeng had been left at the banquet by her, otherwise he could have lent a hand. But now, she could only rely on herself.
After observing the terrain for a bit, An Yiqing’s eyes lit up. She quickly spun the wheel a few tis, steering the car towards the direction near the guardrail.
"Grandpa Peng, I’m going to drive the car onto the guardrail later, use this chance to jump out! There’s a barren mountain outside the guardrail. As long as you use your Inner Breath to protect yourself, you won’t get hurt badly!"
"What about Xiao Qing? What about you and Xiao Ze?" Peng Shaohe was worried. At this mont, he wished he could swallow a strength pill to boost his Cultivation Power rapidly to protect the two youngsters.
"I’ll take Peng Ze and jump down with you. I have Mid-Level Demigod strength, so carrying Xiao Ze won’t slow down much. Grandpa Peng, you only need to protect yourself. Outside the guardrail, the barren mountain might be soil or rocks, be sure to protect your head!"
Peng Shaohe nodded swiftly, stopping his trembling.
An Yiqing stopped talking and maintained the car’s speed, quickly getting close to the guardrail.
anwhile, the bodyguards in the three cars behind were engaged in a fierce battle, but unfortunately, the enemy was weaker while they were stronger. A car with four bodyguards was soon heavily injured. The people in the three cars seed to realize An Yiqing’s intentions and swiftly abandoned the injured bodyguards to chase after her.
Closer, the three cars behind got closer!
"Peng Ze, co to the front seat!" An Yiqing glanced coldly at the rear-view mirror and commanded Peng Ze.
At that mont, Peng Ze’s little face turned pale, his body trembling a bit. Though he was King Xinsheng’s grandson, he had been protected in luxury from childhood, never facing bombings and night raids.
Poor Peng Ze shivered as he crawled to the front seat, clutching the seat’s handle tightly, looking nervously at An Yiqing.
Suddenly, An Yiqing turned her head back, snapped the wheel to its limit, and ramd towards the guardrail.
"Grandpa Peng, jump!"
Peng Shaohe didn’t hesitate, opening the car door and tumbling out. At the sa ti, the three cars behind began fiercely shooting at Peng Shaohe. His body paused in the air, then swiftly rolled beyond the guardrail, disappearing into the night completely.
"Grandpa! Grandpa!" Peng Ze’s pupils widened, struggling to jump out of the car, held back by An Yiqing.
"Sister Xiao Qing! Let out! Grandpa got shot! He must have been hit!" Peng Ze shouted while struggling, his pale face showing a hint of red due to his anxiousness.
"Sit tight! You’ll only make things worse for your grandpa if you go out!" An Yiqing’s voice was sharp, no longer soft or gentle as before. She stared firmly ahead and said in a deep voice, "Soon we’ll jump out, latch onto with all your strength, you hear? We only have one chance, if we fail, both of us will die!"
Peng Ze’s body trembled, nodding blankly.
An Yiqing glanced at Peng Ze, her eyes no longer showed the gentle light, but were filled with killing intent and calm, like a soldier experienced in warfare.
Peng Ze stared dazedly at An Yiqing, tightly wrapping his arms around her waist as instructed.
The next second, before Peng Ze could react, An Yiqing kicked open the driver’s seat door, hugging Peng Ze with her left hand, pushing forcefully with her right hand, and they were swiftly launched outside the car!
All the actions seed slow, yet only occurred within a mont. Coincidentally, half a second after An Yiqing and Peng Ze jumped out, a loud bang echoed, the car exploded!
Peng Ze, always stupefied, snapped back from the terrifying sound of the explosion. He turned his head from An Yiqing’s embrace to watch the flas engulf the night, his pupils gradually constricting.
He saw, amidst the sea of fire, the Rolls-Royce, which had accompanied his grandpa for ten years, burnt beyond recognition. The attacking three cars quickly rushed to the guardrail, with several n in camouflage uniforms exiting, wildly shooting at them!
Peng Ze’s pupils tightened further and further, watching bullets rapidly shooting from the dark barrels towards him and An Yiqing. At that mont, Peng Ze truly felt the presence of death, never having been so close to it.
However, the next second, An Yiqing, who was tightly holding him, suddenly flipped, evading all the attacks!
In that instant, Peng Ze felt briefly suffocated, a result of the rapid movent causing temporary oxygen deprivation. Once he regained his senses, he found himself tucked into a crack between large rocks by An Yiqing.
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