Come to think of it, humanity carried on through its genes and bloodline, didn't it...
Tang Changsheng's thoughts had just begun to wander when he suddenly sensed something. His expression changed. "Look out! Danger..."
They were at an intersection. Out of nowhere, a large truck came hurtling toward the convoy from the side.
It charged like a maddened bull and sent two cars flying.
If Arabella hadn't reacted so quickly—accelerating the moment Tang Changsheng shouted his warning—their car would probably have been sent flying too.
Even with Tang Changsheng's abilities, a crash like that would have put him in mortal danger, whether it killed him or not. Arabella would almost certainly have died!
Still shaken, Tang Changsheng said to Arabella, furious, "Stay close to me. Be careful..."
He suspected this was no ordinary accident!
The car carrying the film had overturned and was practically torn apart. The truck had stopped too, its windshield smeared with blood. Its driver clearly hadn't survived either.
The people in the two remaining cars climbed out, still shaken, and gathered around. The crash had wiped out almost half their team.
Arabella ran toward the car carrying the film. Inside, all four occupants lay twisted beyond recognition, their blood streaming onto the road like a little brook.
She was about to go closer when Tang Changsheng grabbed her shoulder. "Something's wrong," he said coldly.
Wisps of black vapor drifted from the wrecked car. At first glance, they seemed to be coming from the engine, but Tang Changsheng could see it clearly... there was something strange about that black vapor!
"I'll do it," Tang Changsheng said calmly, moving to retrieve the film.
He heard the slide of a gun rack back. Someone had aimed a pistol at him. "Sir, we don't know who you are. Please stay