One of the portly men in the car, powerfully looming toward him, turned around, his face dark, and said, "Damn, how did a brat escape out?"
"Why don't we just dump him halfway?" said the portly man carelessly.
Dou Dou staggered to his feet, his gaze flitting fearfully across the faces of the men, too frightened to speak.
"Scared, are you? Mr. Shen only asked us to scare this little girl, why do you have to take it so far?" the driver said fiercely, glancing through the rear-view mirror at Gu Huanhuan in her jeans, her legs straight, then sneering slyly, "This girl is quite a looker, celebrities really know how to maintain themselves, such soft tender skin..."
His tone implied nothing decent.
After that, a gloomy laugh echoed inside the car. Under Dou Dou's terrified gaze, one of the men in the back seat pulled out a syringe from a box beside him, his expression dark, and his handling of the syringe made Dou Dou tremble uncontrollably.