Perhaps it was because Tian Jue fell into despair. Tian Jue relaxed his whole body for a moment, and the dagger in his hand slipped onto his knees. His whole body leaned against the distorted seat, head tilted, losing consciousness.
The gasoline had slowly flowed to the sparks, and the next few people couldn't help but step back again.
At this moment, a black car directly rushed in front of the tall men. Seeing they weren't good at this, they scattered to avoid the black car.
The car quickly stopped. A handsome guy with silver hair opened the door directly and jumped towards the tall men. Zhao Junkai was that person.
The tall men picked up their weapons and charged at Zhao Junkai.
