At this time.
The sky gradually darkened.
The temperature on the mountain was starkly different from that inside the city.
About seven or eight degrees lower.
She wasn't dressed warmly and was standing in the middle of a howling cold road. The chill from below the cliff was crawling upward from her feet, making her legs and fingers stiffen as her blood began to congeal.
Yvonne Finley's lungs involuntarily started to twitch.
This feeling, like she was on the brink of illness.
Made her very uncomfortable.
Her eyes were tinged red as she stared rigidly at the dark road ahead. The sprawling surrounding made the racing cars even more frightening due to their fast speeds. Even from a great distance, she could hear the deafening roar echoing endlessly within the mountains.
She didn't know how many cars there were.
But they were all frantically racing, fighting for the lead.
