The car behind them was very close, and Charlie kept his eyes on it.
He was a racer. He might not remember people, but he could remember the details of every driver in every team. He didn't see the people who hit his car yesterday, but he remembered the details of this group of people's collisions. Their methods were exactly the same as the car that hit him yesterday.
He looked at the car that was approaching and tried his best to remain calm. He did not have the time to think about why Meng Fu asked this question. He stared at the curve in front and replied with a trembling voice, " yes, they are the second black market fleet!
"That's good." Meng Fu nodded and looked at the two cars that were already at the back of both cars. His face was no longer as nonchalant as Charlie had seen before, and his almond-shaped eyes were cold.
The convoy behind them was here for Charlie today.
