The middle-aged driver leaning out of the car window was kicked back inside.
But a moment later, his seat belt pulled him back again, and the same slipper-clad foot slammed into his face.
Thud!
Another dull impact rang out.
After two consecutive blows at the limit of an ordinary person's strength, the seemingly strong, burly middle-aged driver had passed out completely.
Still, Qin Ran gave him another kick before opening the car door.
The drastic reduction in his strength made Qin Ran, now in a "weakened state," even more cautious. Besides, the way the man had looked at Mimosa was utterly disgusting.
He opened the door, dragged the man out, and pulled off his belt to tie him up. Only then did Qin Ran begin inspecting the car.
It was a sedan, and an old one at that. The steering wheel and gearshift both bore the marks of age.
Of course, what concerned Qin Ran most was the smell of blood!
Although the man had tried hard to clean and air out the car, the smell of blood lingered inside. Qin Ran had caught it the instant the man rolled down his window.
And now?
It was even stronger.
After searching the interior, he found nothing of value except a wallet.
Qin Ran opened the wallet. Inside were a driver's license and some banknotes.
The license belonged to the middle-aged driver.
It bore his photograph and the name: John Dyson.
It looked well made, but that did not rule out a forgery.
Until he understood this dungeon world, Qin Ran remained skeptical of everything.
Tossing the wallet to Mimosa, Qin Ran walked toward the back of the sedan.
Where was the best place to hide something in a sedan?
The trunk was the best answer.
As the trunk opened, a