In Ye Qiu's eyes, this black guy is nothing more than a bug. If it weren't for avoiding unnecessary trouble, he would have wasted him right away.
"Get in the car, take us back." Ye Qiu said.
"My hand, my hand hurts so bad I can't move it." The black taxi driver screamed in pain.
"Drag yourself to the trunk."
After getting in the car with Miranda, the black taxi driver dragged himself to the back seat, where Ye Qiu immediately reversed and drove away, heading back to Kingston's city center.
Upon arriving in Kingston's city center, Ye Qiu and Miranda got out of the car, opting not to drive to the four-star hotel to avoid drawing further trouble.
Getting out of the car, Ye Qiu casually took the handgun with him.
Flagging down another taxi to head back to the four-star hotel, Miranda's gaze toward Ye Qiu shifted—she had no idea how he had taught that black guy a lesson.
