Under the pain, Di Xicheng's finger on the trigger slipped. That momentary pause was enough for the person to take the old man and the young boy away.
"Hold on to me."
The girl's voice always had the power to calm people down.
When Di Xicheng finally adapted to the strong light, he only saw the back of a motorcycle driving away.
The old man and the young boy who were not far away from him a moment ago had already been taken away by the other party.
His expression suddenly turned cold. He aimed at the motorcycle. If not for the limited time, he would have shot it a few times.
With his skills, he could still get the tires.
However, his blind shots were also very accurate. He saw small sparks when the bullets collided with the metal shell.
Di Xicheng still couldn't keep the motorcycle. He watched helplessly as it accelerated, disappearing from his sight.
His expression turned cold as he took out his phone and made a call. "Qiao Nian is here. Let's retreat."
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