Alexander shook his head, unlocked the safety on the gun, and pointed it at Lix: “They say a strong will to live can unleash hidden potential. I believe that in your life-or-death situation, you can drive just fine."
Staring at the black barrel, Lix felt like a herd of wild horses was trampling his soul.
He had encountered ruthless people before, but none like this—forcing a man with a broken arm to drive. Did he not fear an accident?
Lix dared not voice his thoughts, knowing that angering Alexander could earn him a bullet.
Swallowing his grievances, Lix endured the pain in his arm and climbed into the car, looking pitifully at Alexander.
With his left hand, he started the car, shifted gears, and drove away at a snail's pace.
"I can only drive this slow. With one hand, I can’t go any
