Holding the phone in her drooping hand, Lei Qingqing's smile was venomous like a scorpion.
"The most terrifying thing in this world is not death, but a fate worse than death."
On the other end of the call, Leng Zirui stuffed his phone into his bag, reached over, and grabbed the driver's collar.
"Stop, I'll drive!"
The taxi driver turned his face in shock, seeing a thick stack of cash being handed to him.
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror, then immediately slammed the brakes.
Before the car could fully stop, Leng Zirui pushed the door open and rushed out, yanking the taxi driver out and throwing him in the backseat. He sat down in the driver's seat and slammed the door shut.
The taxi driver barely had time to close the rear door when the taxi shot off like an untamed horse.
