Chen Rui and Xie Zhiyuan, who were in the McLaren, had smiles on their faces.
"The police are behind him. How dare he step on the accelerator? If this gets any worse, he'll get locked up for a few years."
"He's from Zhonghai. If he's here to show off, he must be serious… What the hell is going on? Why aren't the police chasing him? And they even turned around at the intersection?"
Seeing this scene, Chen Rui was also dumbfounded. He could not figure out what was going on at all.
"Do they think that they can't catch up, which is why they stopped chasing?" Xie Zhiyuan asked.
"That's a possibility. I expect someone will catch him at the next intersection."
The two of them were not wrong, but after driving for a while, they did not see any new police officers.
"D*mn, I'm sure they're not chasing us anymore," Xie Zhiyuan said. "Brother Chen, what should we do now? The distance between us is getting bigger and bigger."
