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Xia Yanbing looked at the gasoline spreading over ten meters on the ground, his face suddenly changed.

"Wan’er, find a way to get out of the car, hurry..."

"Sister-in-law, my left foot is stuck..."

Xia Yanbing turned to the side and forcefully pulled on Qin Wan’er’s pants.

"Sister-in-law, it hurts..."

However, Xia Yanbing couldn’t care much about that. Pain is better than losing a life. He pulled hard again, and Qin Wan’er let out a painful cry, but her foot came free.

"Go quickly, climb out through the window."

Qin Wan’er crawled out, and Xia Yanbing pushed from behind, helping Qin Wan’er out of the window.

"Wan’er, run, run..." Xia Yanbing’s voice was hoarse.

Because he saw the black SUV in front make a U-turn, and a hand stretched out from the window holding a windproof lighter with a flame.