The taxi sped south with murderous intent.
One minute passed...
Two minutes passed...
Just as Dong Xuebin grew so impatient that he wanted to smash his phone on the ground, he suddenly spotted a vehicle parked in a relatively secluded spot ahead on the road. It looked like a small bus, an older model, not a proper coach. From Dong Xuebin's angle, he could not see much, but figures seemed to be moving on the other side of the vehicle. Several people were shoving each other on the road outside, and faint shouting carried over. Dong Xuebin sprang up, pointed in that direction, and roared at the driver, "That's it! Pull over there! Hurry!"
Fifty meters...
Forty meters...
Thirty meters...
The driver craned his neck nervously to look over there, then screeched to a stop, not daring to park too close. Dong Xuebin did not bother telling him to drive any farther. He yanked open the door and jumped out. The moment he saw Dong Xuebin leave, the driver hurriedly turned around and headed back the way he had come. Robbers were no joke; he did not want trouble finding him.
Twenty meters...
Ten meters...
The Tour Bus was right in front of him. Through the windows, Dong Xuebin could see quite a few passengers with their families craning their necks to look in the other direction. The shouts grew closer and closer. What made Dong Xuebin's nerves snap taut was that one of the voices sounded like Sister Cao's. She seemed to be yelling, "Yun Xuan, run!"
Dong Xuebin's mind exploded. He sped up again, ran around the back of the Tour Bus toward the other side, and the instant he poked his head out from behind the vehicle, he saw the sight that filled him with fury.
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