Ugh...
Onlookers, upon seeing it, immediately held their stomachs and vomited. With such a mess of flesh and blood, it's likely that anyone who saw the scene wouldn't need to eat for a month.
"License plate 5937, pull over immediately!" The police car roared, its loudspeaker blaring without pause.
Ye Chen lay on top of the car, gripping the edge single-handedly. Luckily, his arm was long enough, so with his left hand, he fiercely yanked the driver's hair and roared angrily, "Stop the car, Ma Le Gobi, stop the damn car!"
"Ah!" The driver cried out in pain.
He slammed on the brakes hard. The Elantra let out a sharp screech, swerving to the side, as the tires left a black streak on the asphalt. A thick, pungent burning smell hit the air, extremely acrid.
