"Help!"
Seeing that pleading was useless, Blair began pounding on the car window and screaming for help. Unfortunately, there was hardly anyone outside, and more importantly, the car's soundproofing was quite good. Everything Blair did was completely useless.
Soon, the car arrived at a deserted factory district. The Indian man eagerly got out, wanting to open the door and drag Blair out.
Blair was terrified. She desperately pulled on the door, trying to stop the Indian man, but unfortunately, she was no match for him in strength. The door was forcibly pulled open.
Then, the Indian man grabbed Blair's hand, preparing to drag her out and into the deserted factory. Everyone knew what would happen then.
"No!"
Blair was utterly desperate. She had always been a favored daughter of heaven—when had she ever encountered something like this?
At that critical moment, a streak of golden light suddenly flew out of her bag and slammed into the Indian man, sending him flying. He crashed to the ground and rolled across it.
Then, the golden light transformed into Andrew and descended from the sky. Blair froze for a moment, then cried out in delight, "Uncle!"
Andrew did not turn around. He said arrogantly, "Don't worry. As long as I'm here, you'll be fine."
Though he said that, his hands behind his back were signing to Blair: Hurry up and drive away. I probably can't beat this Ability User.
Blair knew sign language. This kindhearted girl had once worked as a volunteer, so she had learned it.
Blair was a little dumbfounded, then quickly understood. She hurriedly crawled toward the driver's seat. At this moment, her overly good figure became an obstacle instead.
The Indian man climbed to his feet and roared, "Who are you? How dare you ruin my good thing?"
"You