A flicker of panic flashed through the truck driver's eyes, but he quickly forced himself to calm down and yelled, "Don't spout nonsense! I never meant to kill you! That… that was just a traffic accident."
"A traffic accident?"
Zhao Yuan sneered.
"Do you take me for a three-year-old? If you had nothing to hide, why would you flee the scene of the accident? Why would you try everything to shake me when I caught up? Alright, cut the act. Tell me, who sent you?"
"Nobody sent me, and I never meant to kill you. It was just a traffic accident. I ran because I've never been in a situation like this before, and I was scared. I know I was wrong now. I'll call the police this instant and let them handle the accident."
The truck driver stuck to his story that it was an accident, even taking out his phone to call the police. But before he could dial, Zhao Yuan snatched it from his hand.
