After Qin Feng took care of the driver, he casually grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the car.
He calmly lit one up, handed one to Zhang Qiang and the brothers, and smiled faintly, "It's been a while since I killed someone—my hands feel a bit rusty!"
"Damn, badass!"
Zhang Qiang cursed quietly in his heart, not expecting Qin Feng to make such a ruthless move. When he acted, he didn't even blink.
But now that Qin Feng had killed the driver, Zhang Qiang's worries completely eased.
He took a deep drag, joked at Qin Feng, "You little bastard, I only told you to knock out the driver, not kill him!"
Qin Feng grinned, looking completely unhinged.
Right then, a police siren suddenly blared in the distance.
Everyone was startled. Zhang Qiang threw away his cigarette and hurriedly said, "Quick, run into the mountains!"
Without a word, everyone dashed into the densely wooded hillside.
Qin Feng frowned. "Brother Qiang, aren't we going to burn the truck?"
