Peter, caught off guard, lurched forward, and had he not been wearing a seatbelt, he would have flown right out of the car. He wanted to swear aloud, but confronted with Fu Hengyi's stern, icy profile, he swallowed the words before they escaped his lips. Fine, he thought, they're in a rush to save someone. If he dared to talk nonsense now, he might end up just like that driver from before. Don't think he hadn't noticed Allen's shot that had swiftly taken care of the driver.
Fu Hengyi's car twisted and turned on the winding road, making Peter's stomach churn with acid threatening to spew forth. Clinging to the armrest with one hand and covering his mouth with the other, he truly worried he might vomit.
Stealing a glance behind him, he saw Allen sitting motionless, as if unperturbed by the vehicle's jostling; this only deepened Peter's sense of frustration. Here he was, an able-bodied, healthy man, getting outdone by Allen, who was practically half a cripple.
