The man approached the car and finally saw the wreckage of the accident.
The car had crashed into the tree trunk, breaking it, and the front of the car was completely shattered, with coolant trickling down.
In the driver's seat, Mu Xiaojiu slumped forward over the steering wheel.
Blood was flowing down his head; even if he wasn't dead, he seemed to be seriously injured.
The man reached back and made an OK gesture.
The other two understood and approached immediately.
"I didn't expect it to be this easy to deal with Mu Xiaojiu. He's just an empty name," remarked a slightly shorter man. "Isn't he dead?"
The taller man chuckled and reached out to open the car door.
Their goal was to take Mu Xiaojiu back; as long as he wasn't dead, it didn't matter how injured he was.
He unbuckled Mu Xiaojiu's seatbelt and grabbed his shoulders with both hands.
Suddenly, Mu Xiaojiu moved.
He moved with lightning speed, his body lunging forward, crashing hard into the tall man's arms.
