At the front of the car.
The coach wasn't in a hurry to make a move.
He glanced inside the car, only to see Ye Shaoyang still sound asleep.
Then he looked back to ensure Li Yu Huan was out of sight, he extended a hand and flicked his sleeve—
A supple wire appeared between his hands.
He opened the car door.
The wire was smoothly wrapped around Ye Shaoyang's neck.
At that moment, Ye Shaoyang opened his eyes, and upon seeing the coach's face, instantly understood what was happening.
He wanted to resist.
But it was too late.
"Ye Shaoyang, go to hell!"
The coach muttered in a low voice.
His hands began to exert force.
Ye Shaoyang, teetering on the brink of suffocation, struggled fiercely.
He reached for his gun.
But he had no chance at all.
Just as his eyes rolled back, moments from death, the pressure from the coach's hands suddenly relaxed.
In the blur, he saw someone drag him out of the car, and the rest was unknown.
Upon waking groggily.
Ye Shaoyang shivered.
