Knocking out the officer on the right with the butt of the gun, he raised his hand, shot the lock off the car door, kicked the door open, and leapt out.
"ROY, over here!"
On the roadway, a car had already rushed toward him.
Leaping into the car, Leng Zirui quickly pulled the door shut.
Without bothering with the ongoing melee, Ah Ke floored the pedal, driving the car madly into a side alley, while tossing the keys to Leng Zirui.
Leng Zirui caught the keys and unlocked the handcuffs.
Driving, Ah Ke took several turns and soon brought him to a villa outside the city, driving straight into the garage.
Leng Zirui yawned, got out of the car, and walked into the living room.
In the living room, a middle-aged man promptly stood up from the sofa respectfully.
"Mr. ROY!"
Leng Zirui ignored him, raised his hand to tear off the prison uniform, tossed his clothes casually onto the carpet, and walked upstairs shirtless, "I’m going to take a shower."
Ah Ke’s eyes glanced at the gunshot wound on his back, "Is your wound okay?"
"Or, you could find me a doctor..." Leng Zirui stopped on the stairs, "A nurse with black eyes wouldn’t be bad!"
Ah Ke chuckled softly, "The plane arrives in half an hour, you’d better hurry."
"Alright." Leng Zirui strode upstairs, quickly found a bedroom, and stepped into the bathroom.
Fumbling for sunscreen in his pocket, Leng Zirui finally took off his clothes, took a quick shower, dried off swiftly, wrapped a towel around himself, then opened the sunscreen, carefully applying some to his face; it wasn’t greasy, quite refreshing to use.
"The stuff my wife buys is really useful!"
Thinking to himself, Leng Zirui played with the sunscreen as he came out, casually grabbed an outfit from the closet and put it on; outside, an engine could already be heard.


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