Jing Zhiyue's spirit had already sunk into self-intoxication; she was still fantasizing about replacing Qin Qin.
Qin Qin let out a low, mocking laugh, "Do you think you can replace me?"
"I can, I will, I'm the strongest, not you, not you."
Suddenly, Jing Zhiyue clutched her head in both hands and roared. Qin Qin's eyes flashed, she let go of the steering wheel, leaned forward, snatched the handgun from Jing Zhiyue's hands, and kicked her fiercely with one leg.
Jing Zhiyue bled from the kick and fell onto the back seat, her head hitting the car window with a heavy thud.
Getting up with madness flashing across her face, Jing Zhiyue grabbed Qin Qin's hand, "If I'm going to die, we'll die together. You won't let me go, and I won't let you go either."
With one hand on the steering wheel, Qin Qin's other hand was grabbed by Jing Zhiyue. Jing Zhiyue took out a dagger from her bag with an insidious smile, "I want you dead, I want you dead."
