Edward Jones gripped the car keys in his hand and walked up to a flashy, garish red Ferrari in the garage.
He opened the car door, sat inside, inserted the key, and with explosive music playing in the car, his foot slammed on the accelerator, and the vehicle speedily took to the road.
The car let out surging roars as it passed, drawing the curious looks and sidelong glances of countless onlookers.
Up ahead, a traffic light 200 meters away signaled red, but Edward Jones's speed showed no sign of slowing; the velocity kept soaring, his blood thrumming with excitement.
Suddenly, a sedan unexpectedly rushed out in front of him.
"Fuck!"
Edward Jones cursed violently, his right hand fiercely pounding the steering wheel as he tried to swerve to avoid it, but it was already too late.
The white vehicle charged straight toward him, and the two cars collided with a tremendous crash.
"Bang——"
"Bang——"
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